With the recent thread concerning interest in the hobby and the
'worth' of our beloved LBC's, I thought this was appropriate.
I stumbled across the following comments from Scott Fisher #1
while surfing the Jag-Web archives for XJ6 info (dont ask).
...there is *no* feeling quite like tooling down the road, listening
to the hum (or purr or blat, as the case may be) of a motor you put
together with your own hands. Except the feeling of being pushed back
in the seat as you step on the throttle pedal, knowing that every link
between your foot and that pressure on your spine is doing what it's
doing because of your own sweat, blood, toil and tears, to coin a
phrase.
In short: buying an old car because you think you can fix it cheaply
is foolish. Buying an old car because you think you can sell it to
someone else later for a fortune is wicked. Buying an old car because
it speaks to some inner part of you that longs to believe in fairies,
the part that looks into the night sky and sees, not clouds, but a
pirate frigate sailing across the face of the full moon on its way to
the second star on the right (and straight on till morning) -- the part
that laughs back into the wind and shouts, "There is nothing, absolutely
nothing in this world, that is half so rewarding as simply messing about
with MGs" (or wherever your particular madness takes you) -- if you
buy an old car to appease that part of yourself, then the money you spend
is spent on keeping the faith, and on appeasing the spirits that abound
in ancient British iron and make it live, move, and have its being.
And that money is never wasted -- it's a hell of a lot cheaper than
psychotherapy, vastly more effective, and infinitely more enjoyably
spent." (Scott Fisher #1)
That pretty much sums it up for me.
--Scott ( Lynn.... where's the checkbook??? )
Scott Hower --> howersl@ttown.apci.com
Air Products & Chemicals, Inc.
7201 Hamilton Blvd Trexlertown, PA
(610) 481-2646
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