I had a ‘72 MGB - bought it new. Racing orange with a navy blue interior - looked great!!!
The most fun car I ever had...and the biggest piece of crap I ever owned.
In the one winter I owned it, my wife and I would put the top down, roll-up the windows, turn the heater full blast and go screaming down empty country roads on a Sat night - great times!
Finest car ever made. Pure essence of automobile. I shouldn't be at all surprised if a Lancaster Bomber appeared in the night sky over your homestead and blasted your blaspheming carcass off the planet.
Warn the neighbors, RAF bombs were very rarely within 5 miles of their alleged "targets." (Typical Raid: Missed the Tank and Plane Factory. Took out the Zoo.) Seems Lucas made the British Bomb Sights.
My ‘B was a ‘63, purchased from a student pilot with newly PG wife.
Only thing(s) about MG:
1) Drive ‘em like blazes all weekend, then spend most of the week either in the shop or DIY put-it-all-right again.
2) Once a year, guaranteed, my little jewel would burn up #3 exhaust valve. (Got so accustomed to that deal, I once pulled the head off before I noticed that fouled spark plug...)
3 and worst of all) The so-called electrical system. Most owners I knew would only curse about “Lucas, the Prince of Darkness”, but I was saved after only a couple of months when I had an electrical fire and replaced every switch, fuse and wire in the car with stuff from our aviation electrical/electronics repair shop. (Only MGB in existence wired to Grumman specs.)
Fun car, but entirely too much like beatin’ yourself with a hammer ‘cause it feels soooooooooo good when you quit.