HI all
It has been a very long winter here in Southern Ontario, and finally after not having seen my "B" for 134 days (but who's counting) I finally was able to go out and get her out of storage! The sun came out and the birds were singing, it certainly wasn't warm enough for a " top down " but it was lovely none the less. She started up right away and all my gauges were dead on. In this garage there was a Healey, a 70 something Camero an older Mustang a TR6 (not sure of the year) a ferrari (does it matter what year) a very new Corvette and my lowly little "B". Well the owner of the Vette was there to get his car out as well and I got the definate feeling that he was looking down his much more superior nose at me and the B, so I was very proud and not in the least relieved when she fired up. As I was letting her idle and warm up the "Vette" guy had uncovered his car and was getting ready to start it up, expecting to hear that distinctive ROAR that only an engine the size of a small third world country could make you can imagine my surprise(and delight) when all I heard was CLICK...CLICK... his battery was flatter than flat! So yes folks there is a god and today he was definatley a Brit!! As I was pulling away they had hooked up the cables and didn't seem to making much headway and I know it's very petty of me and very small but damn it felt good to be "Alive to drive British".
Cheers...Rita