IT’S not often I get an entire afternoon to reacquaint myself with
an old car. Even when the afternoon’s as wet and unwelcoming as this one’s
been.
The old car in question is one you’ll be familiar with if
you read these pages regularly; my 1972 MGB GT , which despite being one of my
most treasured possessions hasn’t done any meaningful driving since its appearance at the Ormskirk MotorFest back in August. With the weather turning
increasingly cold and miserable, the tougher driving tasks have been assigned
to the MX-5.
Until now.
I would’ve loved to point the MG’s nose onto the motorway
and go hunting for the hills of the Lakes or North Wales but with just a few
hours of meaningful daylight I play with I went to a place surprisingly few
motorists outside the Sefton/West Lancashire area know about. The shots you see
here are taken on Cleaves Hill, which is a stone’s throw from Aughton.
Normally, it affords some great views across to Liverpool and even to the Welsh
coast, but today just about the most it could do were these moody countryside
shots of the MG.
The weather was cold and miserable, the amount of water
involved was playing havoc with the GT’s indicator relay and the light was
fading fast, but I absolutely loved my afternoon with it. It’s a proper sports
car in the old fashioned sense; heavy, noisy and not especially easy to drive,
but tinged with a romance and a nostalgia which make its sound, handling and
style ever more enjoyable.
I just can’t wait for it to be summer again, so I can enjoy
it properly.
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