When I was 17, I had a 63 B that I use to drive every where any time of the
year with the top down. The problem was a huge German Shepard that lived
down the street. He loved to chase cars at very, very close range.
Unfortunately he was on the only street out of the neighborhood, so I had to
go by him. And being on a residential street you couldn't do more than 25
mph. He use to scare the @^#@#(*! out of me because he would stick his head
over my door and bark at me. One day the MG Gods were smiling! I came up
the road and there he was. He came running out of his yard and started
chasing me. To both of our surprize....he jumped into the car with me. I
almost lost control of the car! Fortunately it scared the dog so bad he
started whimpering and whinning. I stop the car and he jumped out and took
off. Needless to say I was a little shaken too! But he never chased cars
again after that! Talk about MG Magic!
Scott
76B
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