HeyMoe
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I will echo that sentiment, I really enjoy his posts. Maybe Big Man or V.C. Brunswick can coax him back with honest tales of how much he is missed.
Just sent him a FB message.
I will echo that sentiment, I really enjoy his posts. Maybe Big Man or V.C. Brunswick can coax him back with honest tales of how much he is missed.
Just sent him a FB message.
Here you go GHT, speaking of MG badge!
Oh wow! Just wow!
One of our television companies ran a series called: "For The Love of Cars." If you click on that link, it will give you all seven episodes. Click on the car on episode five, if it comes up on your side of the pond, look for the GI, who, now 90, still drives the MG that he had shipped back home at the end of WW2. He is some character, and his car's not bad either.
Hey I have a question that hopefully someone knows the answer to:
Not a solution to your problems, but a tip given to me by an old timer is to roll down the windows and turn the heater on.
When your engine temp guage starts to climb this will help take some heat out.
Not pleasant but worth remembering if you are caught.
I took my little granddaughter out for a ride to Paddy's Creek in the old '48 Plymouth today. When we got back home she said, "teach me to drive, Granddaddy." I told her that I would - just as soon as her feet touched the pedals AND she could see over the dash - all at the same time. I think that satisfied her, at least for a little while.
This reminded me of a story about my Dad and another old car that took place at this same house and along this same driveway. When my Dad was a boy, the family had a 1927 Oldsmobile four-door sedan. My Dad must have been about 10 or so years old at the time. He and some of his friends pushed the '27 Olds to the end of the driveway and then let it roll back down the drive (it is an ever so gentle slope) while they steered the car. On one run down the drive, while my Dad was behind the wheel, one of his friends yelled out, "look, Bill, there's a cow in your Maw's cornfield." Of course my Dad looked, and while he was looking drove straight into the grapevine that ran along the side of the driveway. That put a quick end to his driving for a while.