My factory memories:
In 1987 my wife and I took a trip to England for two weeks. We stayed in
London for one week (where we had tickets to some idiotic - I thought - play
about the Phantom of the Opera, for cryin' out loud, starring some guy named
Crawford: who knew?) We then took the high-speed train up to York, rented a
car, and made our way through the Lake country and back down eventually to
Heathrow.
Of course, my prerequisite for the whole trip was that we go to Malvern
Link. I wrote a letter to the factory explaining that we would be making the
trip, would it be ok, etc, etc. I received a very nice response indicating
that drooling, panting, puppy-dog faced visitors are a regular fact of life
for them.
I remember that my heart was pounding as the factory came into sight from
the intersecting road and as we parked the car and entered the front door.
I remember the cartoon on the wall: "You want you Morgan when???"
I remember the sound of the hammer on sheet metal as I watched a man shaping
a cowl.
I remember most distinctly the smell of the glowing coal stove in the middle
of one of the bays, even more than the smell of the upholstery shop. Strange.
I didn't want to leave. My wife pointed out that we couldn't very well live
there. I weighed the possibility.
We went back through the front offices, where I bought a "Morgan" script
emblem. It's now on our mailbox, at the same angle it would be on the back
end of a +4. I consider it a kit: the rest of the car will be added to the
back of the nameplate in the future.
Thanks for reminding me.
Mark Morgan
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