MG Types, just don't tar me with that brush.
Posted: Thu May 19, 2016 4:52 pm
If you own an MG, if you are a level headed, reasonable sort of person that doesn't eat your young, you might feel aggrieved by my rant, apologies in advance to you, my radar simply didn't pick you up.
Some of you know that I own an MG YB, a 1952 model, what you may not know is that on more than one occasion, having said no to the question: "Are you in the MG club?" the response has been somewhat negative, like: "Why?" Not, "have you ever considered it? You can get some remarkable discounts." Or, "The reduced insurance alone, can more than pay for membership." That sort of positive spin that could win someone over. Instead I felt interrogated. "What kind of nut are you, not wanting to join the best classic car club in the world?" Is the un-said message that the body language is suggesting.
Today put the cap on it. My car gets lots of attention, not because it's an MG, but more probably because it has many features that have long since gone. Running boards, gull wing bonnet, external headlamps, flared wheelarches and trafficators, to name but a few. The owner of a sixties MG Midget ambled across to me at the fuel garage today, he had a big grin on his face and by way of an ice breaker, he asked if I was going to MG Live. "What's MG live?" I thought, my mind racing. I've heard of live bands, tell you the truth, I've never seen a dead band, but MG Live, what could that mean?
Best to come clean. "I've not heard of MG Live," I told him. Oh dear, that had me immediately branded a worse heretic than the religious zealots of the witch hunt era. Looking at my vintage clothing with a disdainful glare, he said: "You lot p*ss me right off, hijacking the classic car scene for your vintage props." Let me tell you, he picked an argument with the wrong person. "And the reason I don't attend MG, or any other classic event, is because I go out of my way to avoid w. anchors, like you."
This guy didn't know if I had just bought the car, or knew anything about the classic car scene, or was interested in it. He didn't get the chance. I got in the car, and left him gaping on the forecourt. My guess is that social media has given so many wannabe politicians a soapbox to stand on, that they now can't tell reality from cyber rant.
When my brother posted his delight at his daughter's graduation at becoming a medical doctor, some tosser that we both knew, couldn't resist a barbed quip at my brother only having one child. "To think the world might have been robbed of another doctor," was her way of disagreeing with having an only child.
What is it with some people? My choice, my life. It affects no one but me. Why would anyone think that they are going to suffer for something I may, or may not, do?
Some of you know that I own an MG YB, a 1952 model, what you may not know is that on more than one occasion, having said no to the question: "Are you in the MG club?" the response has been somewhat negative, like: "Why?" Not, "have you ever considered it? You can get some remarkable discounts." Or, "The reduced insurance alone, can more than pay for membership." That sort of positive spin that could win someone over. Instead I felt interrogated. "What kind of nut are you, not wanting to join the best classic car club in the world?" Is the un-said message that the body language is suggesting.
Today put the cap on it. My car gets lots of attention, not because it's an MG, but more probably because it has many features that have long since gone. Running boards, gull wing bonnet, external headlamps, flared wheelarches and trafficators, to name but a few. The owner of a sixties MG Midget ambled across to me at the fuel garage today, he had a big grin on his face and by way of an ice breaker, he asked if I was going to MG Live. "What's MG live?" I thought, my mind racing. I've heard of live bands, tell you the truth, I've never seen a dead band, but MG Live, what could that mean?
Best to come clean. "I've not heard of MG Live," I told him. Oh dear, that had me immediately branded a worse heretic than the religious zealots of the witch hunt era. Looking at my vintage clothing with a disdainful glare, he said: "You lot p*ss me right off, hijacking the classic car scene for your vintage props." Let me tell you, he picked an argument with the wrong person. "And the reason I don't attend MG, or any other classic event, is because I go out of my way to avoid w. anchors, like you."
This guy didn't know if I had just bought the car, or knew anything about the classic car scene, or was interested in it. He didn't get the chance. I got in the car, and left him gaping on the forecourt. My guess is that social media has given so many wannabe politicians a soapbox to stand on, that they now can't tell reality from cyber rant.
When my brother posted his delight at his daughter's graduation at becoming a medical doctor, some tosser that we both knew, couldn't resist a barbed quip at my brother only having one child. "To think the world might have been robbed of another doctor," was her way of disagreeing with having an only child.
What is it with some people? My choice, my life. It affects no one but me. Why would anyone think that they are going to suffer for something I may, or may not, do?
saved a fortune on the insurance... went to stoneleigh mg show a few times, & 99% of the people i met were fellow car freaks like me but there was always the odd one.. 
