Goldie Gets Back on the Road
Jun 26th, 2002 (Wed) - From the Logbook
I drove Goldie to work today. Yes, she runs again!
From the Logbook
For most people, cars are mere transportation that will bring them from Point A to Point B. For owners of vintage automobiles — particularly British or Italian ones — there is a certain pride in “just getting there” considering that the functional state of those cars can never be taken for granted. This section chronicles some of my mishaps — er, adventures — with “cars with character.”
The Road to San Diego
Feb 6th, 1999 (Sat) - From the Logbook
Screeeech! Bam! Boom! Smack! On a particularly icy/snowy day in San Jose, the rear end of my car had slid out, and upon hitting the brakes (a no-no in a skid), I promptly found myself hitting a wall. Oh no!, first the front right end of my car smacks the wall and bounces out, and as if to add insult to injury, the rear end kisses it next! Talk about amateurish driving! Thank goodness, however, the car was only my ‘86 Porsche, and not the MG! [Author’s note: the Porsche has since been repaired.] Continue reading »
Crossing the Line on Labor Day Weekend
Oct 19th, 1998 (Mon) - From the Logbook
Vroom vroom! The sun is hardly peeping over the horizon on this crisp and cool morning when Goldie and I find ourselves surrounded by two beautiful white supermachines, a 1990 Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet (say that 3 times fast) and a ‘98 Vette. The cars, owned by women as equally graceful as their cars (hi Melissa and Cheryl!), are pure in spirit, unquestionable in purpose… read: fast! And today, Goldie, my faithful B from a bygone era, will be trying to keep up with them today.
“This is going to be so much fun!” we all say, nearly in unison. Continue reading »
Keeping the Faith on Thanksgiving Day
Nov 23rd, 1995 (Thu) - From the Logbook
Ever since I met Goldie, my ‘69 MGB sports car, a few weeks ago, she has given me only immense pleasure. The rhapsody of her glorious exhaust note, phenomenal handling, graceful lines, perfecto British driving position… heck, even all her electrics work and she doesn’t leak (too much) oil! Almost as amazingly, I had driven her more miles in 3 weeks than I drove my former B in 3 years, without having to make a single adjustment. Was my B even British or what?
But alas, no real Brit car would be half as fun if it didn’t break down once in a while. And finally, on Thanksgiving day, my B decided to tease me a little… Continue reading »