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Guenevire is my trusty 1971 MG Midget. I bought it from my dad 9 years ago and I’ve known her for as long as I can remember. Recently due to the poor economy and other reasons I parked my Toyota and pressed the Mg into daily service. The car has been very enjoyable.
People react to it in the most interesting ways. A Tanzanian friend of mine rode in it and remarked at how distinctive and small it is. A friend in my church rode in it and remarked at how scary it felt to be so low to the ground because it felt like you were going faster that you really were. Those who are currently pushing 40 or 50 often remark, “Is that a Triumph?”, “I used to have one of those”, or “There sure aren’t many of those around anymore”.
The experience hasn’t been without some difficulty. The first problem I faced was driving her in the middle of pothole season in the dark with badly aimed headlights and an obscene amount of toe out. This resulted in me hitting a huge pothole and snapping a steering arm bolt and limping back home 14 miles, struggling to keep the car on the road, and all the while worrying that the cops would pull me over and test to see If I was drunk or something.
In the following weeks she was fairly reliable and used daily. Whatever issues did arise were taken care of with some help from members in my
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