The one thing I’ve learned about MGB ownership – mostly through painful experience – is that they really don’t like prolonged naps between outings.
If I take it out for daily walkies, it yelps excitedly and wags its tail every time, but if I keep it cooped up for too long it displays all the get-up-andgo of a hungover student. Which is why its gradual restoration is being peppered with all sorts of missions I’d never normally entrust the MGB with. In my dad’s hands it’s enjoying the sort of pampering you’d expect from an expensive spa weekend – but it’s working ruddy hard for the privilege.
Opening an email at the CCW offices revealed that rather than the gentle trips to car shows and occasional supermarket outings CKE 303K is used to, it’s been moonlighting as a builder’s van. A visit to a timber merchant saw the ‘B loaded up with various length of deceased tree, then I opened another photo of it loaded up with blocks. This felt cruel – the automotive equivalent of a Victorian urchin having to work six days a week heaving heavy things around a Yorkshire pit – but my dad reckons a bit of hard work never did anyone a bit of harm. ‘It weighs the back end down – that’s not a bad thing!’, he joked.
It’s also been exploring some of Merseyside’s maritime heritage, heading into Liverpool for a spot of afternoon tea at the city’s Titanic Hotel. The ‘B’s behaved impeccably throughout – proof positive that old cars like to be used.
In return for 53 miles of sterling service the Bumblebee’s been treated to an oil change and a fresh filter. It might need a small fortune in body repairs, but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way it runs. In fact, it’s probably ready to face up to the MoT testers for its annual inspection. Here’s hoping it’ll be in excitable puppy mode that morning too…
The ‘B has been out in all weathers – something that seems to improving its running.