I had the occasion to take my 6 year old grandson for his first ride in my MG. He came with me to attend the NJ Triumph club sponsored Fallfest show held in Chester NJ 23 September 2017.
It reminded me that my B was celebrating a milestone birthday (45 years old – a 1973 model with a commission date of October 1972) and how long I have had the car (since April 1990, so now over 27 years).
The date and timing of the show was also significant in that I had taken my younger daughter to her first MG car show in this car back in September 1993, the Vanderbilt Concours D’Elegance, just a few weeks after getting the B registered and back on the road. We showed-up as intended spectators just to get some ideas on how to finish our still primer only, fun-fur seat covered, very dirty and incomplete rolling work-in-process.
The runners of the show said it would be cheaper than the 2 person admission to just enter the car in the show, adding that it included lunch. It sounded really twisted to me they would want my car mixed with the really beautiful cars there, but while there were some really nice MG’s there, values and levels of completion and correctness were not what it is today. In the end, it was the free lunch (a slice of Pizza and a soda) that did the trick
Once convinced to enter the car, we were implored by other MGB entrants to “Park it next to mine; it will make it look better!”.
Outside the MG crowd, the owners of pristine Jag’s, Rolls, Austin-Healy’s and Bentley’s were concerned for dirt getting on their car or themselves if we were too close (not to mention fearing tetanus if they touched it, not unjustifiably, I might add).
This didn’t stop my girl from asking to borrow rags, cleaners and chamois from startled concours level car owners to polish the chrome and get the best look we could to garner “Diamond in the Rough” honors for her efforts. I don’t think a cold pizza ever tasted so good. That plaque still hangs in my office.
So the attached pictures show then, as well as where we are now, many years later. Her son now sits beside me. Insisting on wearing a racing helmet, I, of course, the doting grandfather, donned a matching one, looking a bit like the “Blockhead Racing Team” from the old Gumby cartoons and enjoying every minute of it.
A lot changes in 24 years. The comparisons are many and not the least of which being how we all have grown up (OK, aged; the car more gracefully than I). As good as it looks, it was probably only the 4th or 5th best MGB Chrome Bumper at the show. The level of competition is that much greater. The first in class car from last year didn’t garner any awards this time around either. Even the winner of “Diamond in the Rough” in the rubber bumper class was a survivor car in better shape than ours was all those years ago. The other point is that all were still driven to the show, even if I suspect that’s all a few were driven. And while most of the drivers were my age or older, there were any number of younger drivers, active spouses and second and 3rd generations (I was not the only one with a child or grandchild there) with interest in these legacy cars. All very good and, in light of the article I wrote earlier, very reassuring to see that the interest continues.