I’ve always had a love affair with cars. It goes back to my youth. Growing up, there were three junkyards within a few miles of my home. There may not be many junk yards for cars near you today, but there are other yards where the discarded and marginalized are kept.
Every life has its woulda, coulda, shoulda memories. Mine is a 1953 MG-YB. Morris Garages only built this car for three years. It looked old even when it first rolled off the assembly line in 1951. People were looking for something new and her pre-war design was not “the look.” Sales topped at only 1,301 and production was halted in ’53. Her timeless beauty turned my head when we first met …
I had always liked VW’s. I enjoyed the cozy feel, crank windows, stick shift, and the mystery that goes with not having a gas gauge. I have great memories from my years with my little blue Beetle. It is sad when a dream dies – even sadder when the cause of death is corporate betrayal.