The Brand-New Owners of a 38-year-old-car, photograph courtesy of The Previous Owners
It needs a little TLC on the bodywork (well, who doesn't, at our sort of age?) and will deserve a complete professional respray eventually, but it is tidy enough, has almsot 12 months' MOT, six months' tax and is a very jolly little runner for a nigh-on 40-year-old car. The aim is to go out in it on high days and holidays, to the coast etc, when it's dry and sunny and we can pootle along with the top down. The Husband had the roof folded down all the way back from North Lincs yesterday, a journey of over two hundred miles, and passed through two short showers quite happily. He got home with such a grin on his face.
The Husband will also join the MG Owners Club, to source spare parts, chat on forums and go to any meet-ups nearby.
He has started referring to it as his "rusty old steed", but he will sort that out quite quickly. He has done up old cars in the past and knows what's involved. So he has another retirement project. As we have decided not to go abroad again while we still have The Dog increasingly his dotage, the MGB is our treat to ourselves to make more of an event of our days out or weekends away. There is a little seat, more a platform really, behind the two leather seats, for The Dog, who has had a test drive and loves it. He always prefers to have the back windows open in a car so he can keep cool and hang his head out, now he shan't have to, but if he wants a snooze he can lie full length on the seat and nod off in the shelter and shade of the folded back roof, all safely strapped up in his car harness.
So, quite an eventful day, but a very pleasurable drive. I drove there and back, so I was behind the wheel of the Peugeot for nine hours (!) but the bossy lady in a box picked us a lovely route (over the Derbyshire Peak District at one point) so it was not a chore.
After his huge adventure going to North Lincs and back in a day, and meeting another grumpy ol' doggie, a border collie called Sally, who is fourteen and normally wary of other canines but accepted him quite happily (she even let him drink from her water bowl, so sweet), and also test-driving (or should that be test-passengering?) the MGB for a few miles, The Dog looks set to snooze away recovering today. I may join him...
Meanwhile The Husband is already out the front twiddling with his new toy. Ah well! At least I know where he is, unlike when he goes out for a bike ride. Must remind him to get an extra set of keys cut for it today, 'cos if he loses the one set we have it'll all end in tears!