Mark Reed 1977 Midget

I got my first British sports car in 1971 - a 1964 MGB, British racing green. I used it as my daily driver and loved it. In 1978 I was promoted into a job that required frequent rapid responses - night and day and in any weather. I didn't have room for my B and a new, reliable car, so I decided to sell it and buy a new sedan. When the buyer pulled away in MY MGB my heart sank to the ground and I felt like I was losing my best friend. Less than a year later I bought a 1967 Triumph Spitfire, white, tan interior with wire wheels. All it needed was a new paint job, which I did myself. Life was good again! I loved that car - what a head turner (the car, not me)! In 1984 my neighbor had a nearly new 1980 Spitfire. Apparently he didn't know how to take care of a British sports car because he wiped several bearings in the engine - probably from running too low on oil. The car had less than 20,000 miles on it and he sold it for an incredibly low price. I just didn't have room for two sports cars, so I sold the '67 and bought the '80. I completely rebuilt the engine, sealed up all the oil leaks, converted to a Weber carb and electronic ignition. In 1997, with 219,000 miles on my '80 Spitfire, I moved to an area that had an active British sports car community. My '80 Spitfire was the newest car in the club. So I sold the '80 Spitfire and bought a 1959 Triumph TR3A. It ran (barely) and needed a full restoration. I drove it home, with my wife following right behind me in the family car (hazard lights flashing most of the way). The frame was in excellent condition, but everything else needed work - lots of work. I was about half way through the restoration when my job got me transferred to China. I sold the car and all the parts that I hadn't installed and moved to China where I didn't drive any car for the entire time I lived there. After my assignment in China was over, I retired and moved back to the States. At that point in my life, after 38 years of long distance running (40 to 60 miles a week for 38 years), I just didn't think I would be physically able to restore another car. My philosophy has always been that buying a car that someone else restored is like marrying a woman who's already pregnant - you're missing the best part! So I went several years without a British sports car. Then, two years ago my wife and I moved to the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia - just eight miles from the northern entrance to the Skyline Drive in the Shenandoah National Park. For the first time in my life (I'm 70 years old) I bought a fully-restored British sports car - a 1977 MG Midget. It had a few problems which were easy to fix. As soon as I did a few repairs and got it inspected (Virginia State inspection) I headed to the Skyline Drive. If you've never driven your British sports car on the Skyline Drive or the Blue Ridge Parkway, you're missing one of the best rides of your life. I've driven my Midget on the Skyline Drive many times, and I enjoy it more each time.