For all the legends of British unreliability, I've been asked on
half a dozen occasions to go pick up my sister when her '88 VW has crapped
out on her. Not to mention driving my mom to pick up her Audi,
jumpstarting my roommate's Olds station wagon, or driving the 'B when
another roommate's Pontiac wouldn't start in the cold.
As long as they are taken care of, britcars are tough as nails.
And then there was the time I pulled over to help out the
motorcyclist whose 130 hp superbike wouldn't run in the rain...
Matt
'70 B
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