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Have I told this tale before? It's a trait of us oldies, so indulge me if I'm boring you. The model of my car is known as a Y-Type, only about eight thousand were produced. The rear end shares a great deal with a car from it's sister company. At the end of the production run a new model was to be launched, but there were problems. So what MG did was to upgrade the Y-Type, they only built 1301 upgrades and called it the YB. When the new model arrived it was light years from the pre-war shape of the YB, in fact it was much more similar to today's cars, it looked like this:
Sorry about all that trivia but you need to know that to get the gist of this story.
My car has been converted to run on unleaded, so fuel is not a problem. Just recently, whilst in the garage topping up the fuel tank, a silver haired fellow walked over from his new Jaguar and said: "It's a Y-Type," then he added, "a YB." "You've got to have had one," I replied. "About twelve I think, no make that fifteen," he answered, and before I could say anything he explained that his Father had a Jaguar dealership in the fifties, which he took over in 1958. He said that whenever customers traded in a Y-Type it would never be on the forecourt more than a week.
He and his sales team all loved the model. He knew that it had different size wheels than the original Y-Type, he also knew that the rear end shared a body with the Morris Eight and he was also aware that the MG TD sports car shared most of it's DNA with the YB.
He finished by saying that I dressed like his customers did, back in the day, adding that he couldn't remember a single customer who didn't wear a hat. So taken was he that he photographed me and then, at my request, texted me a copy.
Sorry about all that trivia but you need to know that to get the gist of this story.
My car has been converted to run on unleaded, so fuel is not a problem. Just recently, whilst in the garage topping up the fuel tank, a silver haired fellow walked over from his new Jaguar and said: "It's a Y-Type," then he added, "a YB." "You've got to have had one," I replied. "About twelve I think, no make that fifteen," he answered, and before I could say anything he explained that his Father had a Jaguar dealership in the fifties, which he took over in 1958. He said that whenever customers traded in a Y-Type it would never be on the forecourt more than a week.
He and his sales team all loved the model. He knew that it had different size wheels than the original Y-Type, he also knew that the rear end shared a body with the Morris Eight and he was also aware that the MG TD sports car shared most of it's DNA with the YB.
He finished by saying that I dressed like his customers did, back in the day, adding that he couldn't remember a single customer who didn't wear a hat. So taken was he that he photographed me and then, at my request, texted me a copy.