Welcome to the land of the open road! A cool breeze tussles your hair as verdant hillsides rush on by. The mountain pass ahead is lit by a resplendent scarlet sky. And yet, with the approach of each hairpin turn, your tires stay firmly planted on the ground. Total confidence, total control. With a vintage sports car, every mile means another smile.
For archival purposes, here is the repair log for my departed 1969 MGB. Woah, lots of entries. I figure, if I ever miss Goldie too much, all I have to do is look at this and then I’d feel relieved she is gone. :) So far I have to say I am doing quite well without her. Continue reading »
A couple of nights ago I talked with Goldie’s new owner, Steve Goldenberg. (Yes, he has a very appropriate last name for Goldie. :)) He picked the car up from the transporter in Buffalo, NY on Sunday or Monday, and then drove it to a buddy’s in Toronto en route to home near Montreal, Canada. Total distance he drove: 500 miles! He was “very happy with how she drove” and there were no hiccups aside from having problems turning on the headlights (I think he just didn’t pull the pull-switch all the way out, since it was always working.) Amazing.
So it seems like they are off to a good start. The rest of Steve’s family includes two MGAs (including one parts car) and many, many cats. No, not Jaguars, but furry little things like that resemble this guy. After the Quebec winter has passed, Goldie will be Steve’s daily driver.
This morning was it, the final farewell to Goldie. It’s a little strange not to have her around as I’ve spent a good part of the last 12 years with that car, but on the other hand, it is a little bit of a relief.
I’ve had a lot of good times with the car, going back all the way to my years at Stanford. A dozen years of memories.
Here is a Tribute to Goldie photo gallery. Stories of the car are contained in the website category From the Logbook.
The end of an era. Goldie — my (usually) faithful British roadster that was the subject of my very first web pages 12 years ago — is leaving me. Last Thursday was our last drive, the Last Dance, and tomorrow morning will be the Big Goodbye. A trucking company is coming to pick her up and transport her new owner, Steve, in Quebec (yes, Canada!). There she will get to mingle with Steve’s other MGs — including an MGA — and presumably be driven more than under my care, at least when the snow up there rescinds.
The decision to sell the MGB was not an easy one. Continue reading »
I was loading groceries into the Alfa Romeo at the Sunflower Market in Fort Collins when a twinkle of highly polished chrome across the parking lot caught my eye. A few pre-World War II hot rods were lined up in an orderly row, with several more pulling in. Of course, I had to check them out. Continue reading »
