By : 
Dr. Jan Meyer
Biker's Diary

Maybe it’s because people who own MGs are a little unique. Or, maybe it is because the MG marque is unique. Maybe it is because MGs are no longer manufactured. For whatever reason, I really do feel that an inordinate number of happy occasions and circumstances come to MG owners.

I had some history with MGs before I purchased this one, but those weren’t new and had prior owners. So I did not become as attached to those vehicles. When I drove this one off the car lot, it had ten miles on the odometer. For the 38 plus years I have owned her, I have been the only driver except for the mechanics insisting they do a test drive when she has been in for regular servicing. She and I have been close for those many years.

There are some not-so-good things that happen too. However, if I am honest, I have brought those things on all by myself. For instance, a month or two after I picked up my new car at the dealership, in 1980, she quit on me! Just like that, and, she stubbornly refused to start again. Fortunately, it was a Saturday morning and my friend, the dealer, came to me with his tow truck and towed her back to his dealership. A few hours later, he called and said, “Jan, you do have to put gas in your car to make it run.” My excuse was that with each different car, it always takes a little experience before I learn its idiosyncrasies, such as where the needle on the gas gauge dial is when it is truly empty.

I have always enjoyed frequenting stores on summer holidays because then most other people are outdoors doing something fun. If I had shopping that needed doing, those were good times to do it because stores would be nearly empty. One year, on the Fourth of July, I parked as I usually do at the least-populated parking lot at the large mall, and also quite a ways from the entry itself. That way, other parkers who seek to park as close to the door as possible were not likely to move in next to me and “ding” my doors.

I stayed inside the mall for about an hour and a half. With no windows inside, I did not realize that it had clouded over and started raining — hard. As I approached the exit and saw that, I was sick, because the top was down on my baby. I started to rush out into the rain, but once out there I could see my car. Someone had put the top up, and I shortly found out that she was dry as a bone inside. The angel who did that just had to be an MG owner, current or past, because those tops are not easy to handle.

Last week I attended the Second Annual British Wheels on the Green car show, hosted by the Arizona MG Club, Last year I had won first place in my category at that show and really enjoyed the experience. This year confirmed what I had experienced last year: MG owners love talking about their cars. One visitor at the show was talking about one of the difficulties of becoming so attached to our vehicles. He had always thought he would give his to his son, but over time he has come to realize that his son would not care for it as he did himself, and would likely just sell it. So he decided that when he died, he would be cremated, and have both his and his wife’s ashes sprinkled in the car. That way, his son would never be able to get rid of the car.

I laughed with him, and then related my own sort-of-similar story. I bought my car during the time when I was getting a divorce, never an easy process. I decided then that when I died, I would have my ashes spread under the carpeting in the trunk of my MG. Then I would will the car to my former spouse, and for the rest of his life he would have to drive around with me right behind him. I did get over that, but it is a fun story to tell when swapping MG tales.

One summer I was driving on an almost-empty freeway out in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. I was on a long trek, and at one point was passed by another MGB. The driver and passenger waved, and then slowed down. They let me get ahead of them again, and when I pulled off at a rest stop, they pulled in right behind me. That stop turned out to be quite a bit longer than usual: they wanted to — what else? — swap MG stories.

Time and space has caught up with me, and like others, I still have stories to relate. I guess I’m going to have to continue this on another page of my diary!