Not many people can say that they still have their first car. Me neither, since last Sunday, when I finally let it go. I originally bought it from a guy that had to sell it because he got drafted and had to go to Vietnam! I owned it for 35 years! I always joked that I would be buried in it. My Dad & I were fans of British sports cars and we both had MG's; at one point my brother had one too. This particular model is rare and worth a lot if restored. I had planned to do that some day, but never got around to it. I had it for sale on some obscure web site since 2004 and the other day some young guy called me all excited about it. I told him that he could take it if he promised to send me a photo when it was restored. He expected to pay the $750. that I was asking for it. He was so excited and enthusiastic that I gave it to him for nothing. After all, it served me well, I drove it over 100,000 miles. I was happy to see the old MG go to a good home. I expected to be melancholy as I mowed the grass around it for the last time. As it turned out, I was OK, but my roomate started crying! (I thought she hated that old car!)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
The old MG
Not many people can say that they still have their first car. Me neither, since last Sunday, when I finally let it go. I originally bought it from a guy that had to sell it because he got drafted and had to go to Vietnam! I owned it for 35 years! I always joked that I would be buried in it. My Dad & I were fans of British sports cars and we both had MG's; at one point my brother had one too. This particular model is rare and worth a lot if restored. I had planned to do that some day, but never got around to it. I had it for sale on some obscure web site since 2004 and the other day some young guy called me all excited about it. I told him that he could take it if he promised to send me a photo when it was restored. He expected to pay the $750. that I was asking for it. He was so excited and enthusiastic that I gave it to him for nothing. After all, it served me well, I drove it over 100,000 miles. I was happy to see the old MG go to a good home. I expected to be melancholy as I mowed the grass around it for the last time. As it turned out, I was OK, but my roomate started crying! (I thought she hated that old car!)
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It's weird, isn't it, how we can get so fond of inanimate objects like cars? Thirty-five years is a loooong time to own a car - no wonder you'll miss it.
I still think of my first car, Lucy. She was a little gem!
A 2+2 "fastback". Very, very rare.
I would have cried like a baby...
35 years! Wow!!
I cried everytime I get rid of one of my cars .. but I've only owned two in my adult life... I get real attached!
I had one of those waaay back in the mists of time. When I see the latest fancy new cars I always say "I'm getting one of them" of course I always neglect to say that it may be in fifteen years or so when they cost next to nothing.
I have a 1986 450cc Honda Rebel that I can't part with yet. Although I haven't had it as long as you had your MG, I think I'll cry when I have to get rid of it...and it runs like a new one.
my first car was a little green Morris Minor (very British!). Then I had a little red beetle called Charlie. I had to sell that when I married my hubby and moved over here. It's sad when you have to part with them.
You did a really nice thing giving your old MG to that young man. I hope he has a great time with it.
Funny how your roommate cried :)
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