Sometimes while I’m driving my Morgan I think about writing. And sometimes while I am writing I think about driving my Morgan. They are both such enjoyable pastimes that come together for me on this Blog. I have owned a 1966 Plus Four for the last ten years. My wire wheels have taken me down many roads where I’ve met lots of interesting people. The unique nature of these old, classic British sports cars just seems to attract great stories and quirky experiences. On this website I will share some of them with anyone interested in Morgans, and where they lead you to.
You’ve heard of people that read the copy on the entire cereal box at the breakfast table. It gets worse…… I read the entire packaging on my new Electronic Ignition!
Sometimes with a Morgan you just have to improvise. If your parking break is not working and you are parked on a hill – don’t worry. You can always find a rock some where.
Everything is relative, and when riding a bike you learn to travel light. The same applies to a Morgan because without a trunk it is hard to carry tons of useless junk with you everywhere.
This is the second article in a series of three. It is about the events leading up to my Morgan completely calling it quits in the Middle of the Hwy. 99 Tunnel.
If the sign says “Driving Further Will Result in Serious Damage to Your Tires” pay attention. I didn’t and it cost me $1000.
I Feel Like the Luckiest Guy in the World. What are the odds of Living on a Float Home and driving a Morgan?
Remember the Annual Car Safety Inspection ?
Remember the old “Annual Safety inspection” that the Department of Motor Vehicles branch of the BC Government insisted that all licensed vehicles had in the 60’s and 70’s?
Every year for the last 32 years the grounds of Van Dusen Gardens in Vancouver, British Columbia experience a friendly British Invasion in the Spring.
When you want to sleep in, don’t you hate having your deep slumber disturbed? So does my 1966 Plus 4 Morgan.
I won first prize for my old Morgan at the largest British Car Show in Canada. The funny thing was that I am totally inept when it comes to restoring cars. Plus I didn’t even know that I was entered in the contest.
I wouldn’t fire up the old Morg in this cold weather without three essentials. Bob Newhart and I share this quirky trait.
Save the high tech stuff for my phone and laptop. I am so happy that my old Morgan is oh so LOW TECH.
Who would have ever given any thought to a factory that pumps out millions of tiny fasteners and clips every week.
It is like Mecca for Morgan owners. What to expect if you travel to Malvern Link to visit the factory where Morgans are built.
Finding the perfect place to store an old British car isn’t easy. The goal is acquiring a spot with the same amount of character as the car.
People often mix up Morgan’s and MG’s. To the untrained eye, they do look the same, but, as you may learn, they are oh so different!
They are elegant, moody, and oh so British! What is there not to love about these hand made classics…?