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
The American MGB Association’s 42nd Annual Meet –
AMGBA MEET 2019 – for the MGB, MGB-GT & Midget –
in participation with the Grand Strand British Car
Club’s Britfest in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina – October 4-5, 2019
For 2019 we will be at the Grand Strand
British Car Club’s Britfest at Market Common in Myrtle Beach, SC.
It promises to be a great time and a
memorable experience for all that attend. For more information contact the
above, write to the American MGB Association, 5433 N. Ashland Ave., Chicago, IL
60640, call 773-769-7084, email us at firstname.lastname@example.org or explore our website at
The American MGB Association (AMGBA) is North
America’s oldest, largest and best cub for all MGBs, MGB-GTs and Midgets.
It was established in 1975 and has provided continuous services to owners of
MGBs, MGB-GTs and Midgets throughout North America since then. National
conventions have been held annually since 1978 from New York to California and
Texas to Canada. Membership in the AMGBA is not required to attend but it is
encouraged. For membership info call 773-769-7084, email: email@example.com ,
website: www.mgclub.org or write to: AMGBA, 5433 N. Ashland Ave., Chicago, IL
60640 U.S.A. Membership is $35 per year or $45 per year outside the U.S.A.
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!
I bought this car on my wife’s birthday about 30
years ago in Michigan. Son had a small accident driving it on his 16th birthday that
resulted in minor repairs and a new, great paint job. We campaigned it at many
car shows including a trip to Watkins Glenn. We participated in Autocross and
Track Days at GingerMan, Grattan and Waterford Hills racetracks in Michigan; a
Brighton, Michigan to London, Ontario Run with the Windsor-Detroit MG Club; many Birthday
Parties with John Twist in Grand Rapids, Michigan; many British Car Shows at Gilmore
Automobile Museum with the Mad Dogs Car Faire; and the final English Day On The
Green at Henry Ford’s Greenfield Village.
We modified the engine and suspension for
performance. I had an “off track incident” which found me briefly upside down on
the grass (I had installed a roll bar for my son’s sake) but it rolled itself
back on its wheels. I tore off what was left of the windshield and drove it home
where we again replaced a fender and fixed the rest. Gave it to my son for a
wedding present and he brought it here to California, and drove it at Button Willow
but he had to sell it during his divorce. He sold it to someone with a right of
first refusal about 10 years ago. Guess what? We just bought it back and are
having it shipped from Georgia.
In addition to comp. springs in front, heaver sway
bars, comp. shock valves, DCOE Weber carb. and Piper cam. It now has a cross
flow head and headers thanks to the last owner. One of the modifications I most
enjoy is having shortened the shift lever (cut out 1.75″ and re-welded so as to
not lose the threads for the shift knob.) It places the knob right at hand, and
shortens the throw to “just right.” I think everyone who isn’t a stickler for
“original” would appreciate doing this minor improvement.
On October 13, 2018 the Philadelphia MG Club hosted
its 22nd annual Brits at the Village Car Show in Lahaska, PA along with American
MGB Association Meet 2018. As with many car shows this season the threat of rain
became a reality and lasted longer than expected. Though many say that it was
good “English weather”, never the less it does put a damper on the show and
curtail the number of cars that come out to play.
Despite the rain though many of our participants
arrived with smiles and towels – well some of our cars do leak when it is
raining. The day started out slow, with raining still coming down at the time
the show field opened, mostly staff and a few brave souls arrived. The rain was
supposed to have stopped by this time but you know weather forecasts and it was
almost one and an half hours later, around 10:30 that the rainy, gloominess
finally ended. That is when cars started to show up and by about 11:30 most of
the participants that were coming had arrived.
This year our Featured Marque was the MG T. We were
happy to see many of these fantastic cars arrive despite the weather. An MG TB,
driven by Michael Bartell, even brought along an extra engine. This engine had
its own stand and could even be turned it on which created a buzz with
participants and spectators alike. One interesting side note is that most of the
MG Ts were British Racing Green. These place were placed right out front along
Route 263 for everyone to enjoy.
The day continued fairly uneventful. We had a
fabulous 50/50 drawing and auction that were going on throughout the day. About
50 cars arrived throughout the day and even though it was a little light on
attendance, it was a very fun day. We had two new British cars arrive. They told
me it was their second car show, one was a Bentley and the other was an Aston
Martin, both of which were really nice to see.
The day ended around 2 p.m. with the awards.
Everyone who attended had a fantastic time despite the weather. Thanks to
everyone who braved the English weather to enjoy the day with us.
The MGB, MGB-GT and Midget Meet 2018 winners were as
An American MGB Association Queen B is the ’65 B roadster of John Winter from Rochester, Minnesota. Here is the story:
I grew up and live in Minnesota, but as a child my
family took its vacations to the San Francisco Bay Area where my grandparents,
aunts, and uncles lived. Both of my uncles were bitten by the British car bug in
the early 1960s. One of our many trips was in 1963 when I was 10. On that trip I
saw my uncle’s new 1963 MGB. Shortly after we returned I devoured a book called
“The Red Car”. I was immediately caught up in the story of the wrecked MG TC
that was repaired by a young man and then went on to beat a much more powerful
Ford in a race. Wow.
Two years later, in 1965, we again traveled to the Bay
area for a family visit. This time my other uncle, a student at Cal
State-Berkeley, had just purchased a new MGB for his college and Navel ROTC
commuting. My passion for MGs deepened.
Several years later in 1975 I again made the journey
to Burlingame in the Bay Area. This time on my own near the end of college
break. I drove my 1973 Vega GT. No, not British, but it made the trip without a
hitch. This time during my visit I learned that my grandfather had purchased the
MGB from my uncle as a hedge during the gas crises of the 1970’s. However, he
was not able to enjoy it due to a back ailment. Was it for sale? Would he sell
it to me? The answer was no, but I let my offer to buy it stand.
A year later he called. The MG was for sale. I could
buy it for what he paid my uncle for it, $1,250. It included the Blaupunkt three
band radio that my uncle liberated from the 1963 B before it was traded (tubes
and it still works), but I had to pay for the servicing needed to make it ready
for a trip east. I scrounged funds, arranged a flight, and was off to get my
car. After a wonderful 4th of July visit with my family, I was off to MN. Aside
from cleaning out SU carb bowls in Eureka (1/4 inch of silt in the bottom) and
installing new generator brushes in Burley, Idaho the trip was uneventful. Well,
there was that early Saturday morning in Livingston, Montana with glass pack
equipped MGB rattling windows downtown as we made our way to the interstate.
Thankfully, law enforcement was somewhere else.
In the early 1980’s I freshened the car with a paint
job and some cosmetic clean up as my uncles were coming to MN for a family
wedding. Since then it has demanded very little. A battery now and then, a fuel
pump, brakes and tires recently (the new tires replaced 1983 Michelin ZXs), but
the B has always gotten me there when called upon, Lucas electrics and all. This
year I celebrate 40 years of ownership. Seems like just yesterday I was heading
north out of San Francisco on the 101 in my new, then 12 year old, MGB.
Today the B is nearly all still from Abingdon as
built. The SUs work great, suspension is relatively tight, the motor makes good
power, and runs very well. The motor could use a freshening, the throw-out
bearing is a bit off (I had the hydraulics checked and all is fine), and an
overdrive transmission would be nice, but it is still a thrill every time I pull
the choke and crank it up to hear the “throaty burble” as it roars to life. What
a kick! My little four year old is absolutely thrilled with the shiny “red car”
My MGB has been in the family since the late 80’s.
My father purchased it from the original owner. He installed a tan leather
interior and a tan canvas top. I received the car in 2004, to be given to my
daughter Meghan when she was old enough to drive. In 2008 I tried to teach her
how to drive stick in the MGB. After a couple of close calls due to missed
shifts she decided stick was not for her.
After that the car sat in storage until August of
2018. After installing a new battery and topping off the carburetor she started
right up. The addition of new tires (the belts had separated on two of the
original tires) was all that was needed to get going.