I have mentioned before that New Wife used to drive a red MGB GT back in the days of yore, when she were a weeny in her early 20s. Unlike me, she has photos — well, one photo, anyway:
That’s her brother, upon whose shoulders many of the (frequent) repairs fell. In true Brit sports car driver fashion, however, she accepted that frequent breakdowns were just a fact of ownership: the joys of open-top driving in a perfect climate on the hill roads around her house were more-than-adequate compensation.
While she was swanning around like Lady Muck, Your Humble Narrator was chugging around in one of these, hauling band equipment (which was way heavier than the recommended top load):
…only it was colored in a sort of sickly bamboo yellow. Don’t laugh; I got over 175,000 miles out of it before it was stolen.
Here’s what Drummer Knob was driving:
…as part of his trainee-plutocrat program. It was never stolen.
Earworm: Those Were The Days