My father drove my TF home from Pittsburgh in 1971 for $1750. The TF was the
thing that bonded my father and I. He golfed and played cards. I never did get
bit by the golf bug. We sure did enjoy our wrench turning sessions in the
garage. I can't imagine any circumstances that would cause me to sell the MG,
his spirit lives there. It lives in all the bodges that I still work to undo,
it lives in the Moss red vinyl interior he installed. People used to inquire
about me selling. No one has for years. I think they can tell. Might have
something to do with the shit eating grin I'm sporting while behind the wheel.
Donald J. Toy
"all great men are dead...and I'm not feeling well"