An American MGB Association Queen B is the ’70 B of Dean Zywicki. Here is his story:
I bought my ’70 B a few months ago with just under 65,000 miles on it. It was last titled in 1991 with 63,000 miles. It took a few weeks to get through everything to make it road ready again (suspension rebuild, fluids, brake hoses, etc.). I just love seeing photos of it and other Bs everyday.
An American MGB Association Queen B is the ’69 B-GT of David Haines from Washington, DC. Here is the story:
Over a period of approximately 4 years (2011 – 2015),
I performed a ground-up restoration of this car for my son, David R. Haines, who
at the time was a Captain in the Marines and was a pilot for the V22 Osprey.
Extensive body work was required including the
installation of new/ middle outer sills and new floorboards along with extensive
metal patching. The RH fender was replaced with a used unit. The front cross
member was removed, sandblasted and painted. The entire body was chemically
stripped prior to repair and repainting.
The restoration included an engine rebuild along with
a new radiator and oil cooler. I bought and then rebuilt, at a University Motors
session, an overdrive transmission to replace the original non-overdrive unit.
The carburetors were rebuilt at a University Motors class. The front suspension includes new swivels, anti-roll bar and coil springs. The rear springs were replaced. The interior has been completely replaced including the headliner. The seats, both front (leather) and rear (vinyl) have been reupholstered. New carpeting and interior trim panels were installed. A new wiring harness and alternator were fitted. I fabricated a new radio console to house a modern digital radio and additional switches for accessories. The bright work includes new front and rear bumpers, a new grill and re-chromed window frames. The car was originally pained Mineral Blue. The present color is GM Dar Metallic Blue (base coat/clear coat).
Owned since 1973. Underwent total resto-mod restoration 3 years ago. Subtle body mods – dual exhaust through body pan under rear bumper, reverse lights, license plate lights, gas tank & fill neck all relocated. All under hood wiring hidden and brake lines relocated. Michael Conley
An American MGB Association Queen B is the ’76 B roadster of Gordon Osborn from North Muskegon, Michigan. Here is the story:
This car has a lot of John Twist/all the guys at
University Motors involvement. I worked just down the road from them in Grand
Rapids and spent a lot of time there. As you see, we took off the Zenith carb
and I actually spent a day with John Twist himself building the SU carbs from
scratch parts he had…he would just instruct me what to do thru each step…all
the while having a beer in this hand. ??
I now stop in and see Forrest, Curt, and Mike at
Rusty Moose…but it’s a little more out of the way and don’t stop as much as
I purchased my MG brand new from Ramsey Motors (New Jersey) in June, 1971 and I have owned the car ever since. It still retains all the original parts (except for a clutch). Due to the expertise of Medford Village Car Care and Hainesport Enterprises all the major components are still “as delivered!” Now if only spring arrives early.
from Medford Village Car Care in Medford, New Jersey: Remember when I said we work on anything?! Well Jack brought his 1971 MG into us after it was rear ended. We took it over to our sister shop, Hainesport Enterprises, Inc. body shop for some body work! After the vehicle was repaired and repainted it was brought back to us for new tires and a tune up! Jack picked up his MG today and was all smiles!!! Thanks for your business Jack!!
An American MGB Association Queen B is the ’70 MGB-GT of Gary Thompson from Dahlonega, Georgia. Here is the story:
Don’t under estimate an MGB …..
Just change the oil when you get back. I am not
much of a car club guy but do enjoy receiving the “Octagon”. Car shows are not
of any interest to me but SCCA, HSR, and Club Autocross participation has always
been a mainstay. A four time Walter Mitty HSR Sports Class winning (street
legal) ’59 Bugeye of which I am the second owner and has been raced in seven
successive decades is in my garage. In my carport is my daily driver, an MGB-GT.
British cars have always been in my blood. When all my friends were salivating
over the 60’s Mustangs and Camaros, my want was a 1965 Triumph TR4A – IRS.
(never got it but did land a neat ’66 MG Midget as my first British seat.).
Now living in the North Georgia Mountains for the
past thirty years I have been given ample opportunities to enjoy my MG’s,
Sprites, Morris’s and Minis on some of the most beautiful and fun-filled
mountain byways found anywhere and on a nearly year round basis.
February 2018 arrives. Plans for a overdue return
trip to my old neighborhood in Redwood City California (just south of San
Francisco) to see an ’80 year old friend of forty years have entered the early
spring picture. Being 69 years old and retired, I certainly had the time to make
the drive. I have driven cross-country several times via pony cars, vans,
motorcycles and pick-ups, I also have the knowledge of knowing the many routes
both good, not as good, easiest, coldest, hottest, etc. so the plans are
solidified, I’m heading west.
Finally it was time to leave so I started
assembling the few items other than my clothes that I might need. The normal
stuff … i.e. sunglasses, extra glasses, cell phone charger, flash light and
very little else as my 2016 GMC Canyon pick-up would keep me safe and comfy so I
would need little else. Oh, and the 3 year old Rand McNally Atlas I keep on my
desk was loaded up. (I do not have or use any of the electronic stuff in my new
pickup, or phones that gives me directions, communications, emergency dispatch
etc. and I do not have a computer at my home nor do I have an ATM or debit card.
Cash works and was put in play.
OK, it’s Friday. I’m leaving Sunday. I don’t know
for sure and I don’t know why but it seems that I couldn’t stop looking at my 48
year old 1970 MGB-GT sitting in the carport. Over and over again it (the GT) ran
through my thoughts … “the damned car seemed to be radiating this strange aura
of sadness …”. It seemed to know it was being left behind … but why? I had taken
it to Florida many times, Cleveland, Ohio many times, NY, Canada, Texas … and
now a “real” cross country trip was planned and a pick-up truck was replacing a
“sports car”. Despair seemed to be filling the air surrounding the car. Had I
already deemed it too old for this trip, condemned it without cause.
Well that was it. I had figured it out. The GT had
been my daily driver for the past four years flawlessly. Day after day, wet –
dry, hot – cold. Always ready and steady. This is not a restored car and
certainly no showpiece with its 30 year old faded repaint and banged up hood
and front fender, re-stitched seats, frayed door trim etc. It looks as it should
… like and original, un-restored, in need of paint, 48 year old daily driver
with 92K miles. (100% completely rust free). On the plus side, I am the fourth
owner. I’ve known of the car for over ten years, owned it for 4. It has always
been meticulously maintained by me as well as its past owners. I do love to
drive it and after re-foaming the driver’s seat it sits well and the stainless
steel header and larger exhaust gives a sweeter sound and it gets great mileage
at 70mph. People ask about it always and the electric overdrive impresses all
who get to ride through the mountains with me.
Well, my mind was set … this cross country round
trip would be made in (what I call a leap of faith) a real “sports car”. So
Saturday was spent checking “all” fluids, tire pressures, lights, signals.
Checked my log and thought about changing the oil but the $7.50 a quart 20/50w
VR1 had only 3400 miles on it … so … ” just change it when you get back” !!! The
14 inch Hankooks on the Panasports are only two months old. All the fluids were
up except the seeping clutch slave cylinder needed its normal two tablespoons
(every two weeks) but there is a pint of brake fluid I keep in the car so got
that covered. The heater temp valve is stuck shut but I doubt I’ll need the
heater (I was wrong there), defrost maybe (the fan works so there is at least
cold air on the screen, but a hand towel will work too). The radio works but the
speakers bad, bad, bad and the original 8 track does work but I have no tapes. I
love the hum of the motor better than any music and I surely don’t need to
listen to fake news. Solved all that.
Right on time, Sunday February 18th showed
up and off we went. Six days and 2,945 miles later I’m parked in Redwood City
visiting my old friend. Great drive. The route however did take a change of
course. A severe down pour in Texas slowed everyone to 25 mph for 50 plus desert
miles as no one could see to pull over and stop as there are no shoulders on the
desert highway and you do not want to leave the pavement when you can’t see what
the shoulder holds (I was at an even greater disadvantage as the typical 2 speed
wiper … “too slow for normal rain” and/or “too fast for normal rain”. 13 inch
(new) MG wiper blades were completely out gunned by the Texas downpour.
What’s this now, Wake up call! I think I “know”
what the blue and red lights mean and I look down and see I am right at 50 mph
so head to the next parking lot but the lights on the big Black Tahoe follow …
Crosbyton, TX police. Very young, very polite and handsome fellow. He checks the
license with the radio. I am good. He sees my Georgia plates and tells me this
happens often …”back there about 500 yards the speed limit is 75 mph … here its
35″. He tells me there’s no paper work, just slow down … and then he says with a
smile I may have stopped you anyway … “to tell the truth I wanted to see what
kind of car this was,” I’ve never seen one of these. We chit chat about the car
and another “slow it down OK!” and I’m off. I like the attitude in Crosbyton, TX
Next morning came the news relayed to me by my
buddy in California of a terrific snow storm heading across north central
Arizona and New Mexico. This diverted me south across the White Sands Missile
Range (if you go this way always stop to see this ), past the Eagle Tail
Mountains in Arizona (a look NE from here and you could see the results of the
snow storm … very pretty covering all the mountain tops) and on to Needles,
California (where I fill the GT with $4.29 gal. 87 octane) before crossing the
gas-less 135 miles across the Mojave Desert to Barstow, CA. A restful night in
Barstow and then an easy 400 miles to Redwood City arriving 5pm on Saturday.
I parked the car for the week, (my friend would be
the chauffeur for the week in his truck) … and I swear, there it was … even
though it was faint and not all could see it, there was a “smile” on the front
of that MG as clear to me as the one on my face.. No doubt in my mind.
The week passed and a memorable visit was in the
books. The Rand McNally was laid on the table. The trail home to Georgia being
platted. The twisties leaving California sought after and found … the
National Park, Calico Ghost Town, Joshua Tree National Park.
On eastward … the B52 Bone Yard at Davis Monthan
AFB in Tucson, the Catwalk in Glenwood, NM, VLA and Abo Pueblo Mission in NM,
the Alibates Flint Quarries and the Borger City Museum in TX, the Ozarks in
Arkansas then the last day thru MS, AL, GA. (plus the stops at the 30 to 40
Historical Markers along the entire route).
March 12, home sweet home.
The results … a “Great Drive in a Great Car”.
Flawless in nearly every respect. About 6650 miles. (The speedometer broke in
Oklahoma on the return trip but I believe my mileage calculation close). The
only other failure was the driver’s window crank handle broke in half … “My
fault”. A quick change out to the one on the passenger side door and the “manual
air conditioner” is operating again as designed. That is it! I added three
quarts of oil on the trip and was one quart low when arriving home. Oh yeah …
the two tablespoons of brake fluid were added to the clutch master before
heading east on the return trip.
A friend of mine had a great description for the
MGB …”They are not known as a real performance car nor do they actually excel at
anything … however, they do many many things very, very well and will do it over
and over with little other than normal attention.” That is certainly a
description of my MGB-GT. This car represents and displays 48 years of forward
ambition and is expecting more and will get it. This is my second GT, my first
40 years ago. I find few other cars I like in styling and the pleasure of
driving more. It is not about performance, luxury, flash, dash or look at me
prestige. It is a unique sports car that requires a certain level of knowledge,
alertness and attention to be driven and provides you with every element of the
driving experience while putting a satisfied smile on your face at a very
Lastly, I can’t really explain … the next day upon
returning to Georgia, I found under the wiper blade on the driver’s side of the
GT, a small note … It read “we are back … so don’t forget to change the oil!”. I
shook my head having no idea where the note had come from … but …. I did notice
that the smile that seemed to have appeared on the front of the car upon arrival
in California, had now become twice as large!