Your tales of Jags and Healeys past (and passed) reminded me of my first car, a '58 MGA. It was low, sleek, drafty, and unreliable. When parked during winter, snow seeped through the side curtains and piled on the seats. It took forever to warm up. And the wire wheels loosened, and wobbled when they did. But the night of nights was when the Prince of Darkness struck on a small bridge connecting Manhattan and the Bronx during rush hour. Suddenly all the red idiot lights came on and the car stopped dead. So did NY traffic, backed up for miles behind me.? After much cursing at me, several cab drivers helped me push it the rest of the way off the bridge.?
Eventually all good things come to an end. For the MG, it was by being crushed by a pink grille-less Dodge against the side of a Buick, an MG sandwich.? Remarkably, it ran reliably to its own funeral at the scrapyard. Life is funny that way. Long live Honda. Jay S 92 NH 750 South Florida --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Nighthawk Motorcycle Lovers!" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/nighthawk_lovers?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
