At 07:59 AM 1/29/97 -0500, you wrote:
>
> ...there is *no* feeling quite like tooling down the road, listening
> to the hum (or purr or blat, as the case may be) of a motor you put
> together with your own hands. Except the feeling of being pushed back
> in the seat as you step on the throttle pedal, knowing that every link
> between your foot and that pressure on your spine is doing what it's
> doing because of your own sweat, blood, toil and tears, to coin a
> phrase.
>
> someone else later for a fortune is wicked. Buying an old car because
> it speaks to some inner part of you that longs to believe in fairies,
> the part that looks into the night sky and sees, not clouds, but a
> pirate frigate sailing across the face of the full moon on its way to
> the second star on the right (and straight on till morning) -- the part
> that laughs back into the wind and shouts, "There is nothing, absolutely
> nothing in this world, that is half so rewarding as simply messing about
> with MGs" (or wherever your particular madness takes you) -- if you
> buy an old car to appease that part of yourself, then the money you spend
> is spent on keeping the faith, and on appeasing the spirits that abound
> in ancient British iron and make it live, move, and have its being.
>
> And that money is never wasted -- it's a hell of a lot cheaper than
> psychotherapy, vastly more effective, and infinitely more enjoyably
> spent." (Scott Fisher #1)
>
>
> That pretty much sums it up for me.
>
> --Scott ( Lynn.... where's the checkbook??? )
>
BINGO! You've expressed my own opinion beautifully. I consider every dime
I've spent on my MG's as a sound investment. The ROI is not measured in
dollars and cents however but in moments of tranquility, fraternity,
relaxation, excitement, pride and a sense of accomplishment. I could have
sunk the money I've spent on my TC over the years into a mutual fund and now
have a pile of money but I believe I'd be a poorer man.
Cheers, eh!
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