The Shakedown Continues!
So, I had an experience yesterday that I share with my father, although a far less dramatic one. He was absolutely fearless in an MG. Of course, in the day, an MG was a typical car: two fuses for the entire electrical system, regular grease gun work required, several hours of tune up before any significant trip, etc. And, he did all of those things and taught me how to do them. However, they don't catch everything. Jerry, Daddy, Sweetie, Uncle Gus, Dad as he was variously known to the many who loved him, took me to Annapolis in the MG for an intro into the Naval Academy. I wanted to fly jets but the weekend informed me that I wasn't a fit there. Maybe my desire to track an antique British roadster is my subconscious attempt to disagree! That all worked out but his drive home, not so much. He got stuck in traffic in the Appalachians. This is a poor place to be without a clutch. A leaky clutch means that the car starts movin...
