MGTF

Tom's first car was a 1949 MGTC, a memory become rose-colored, as old memories do, in his mind and heart. I have heard tales of him working on the old thing in his parents' driveway in Tulsa, driving his mother crazy. His brother Richard fondly remembers the excitement of riding in his big brother's cool car; Tom remembers those episodes fondly, too, though for him the positive feelings were due to the fact that the car was actually running rather than from any filial sentiments. 

 Tom also remembers, shall we say, at least one romantic conquest in that car. Hmmm . . . hard to imagine from this perspective.

This one is a '54, but very similar to the '49, as post-war British auto manufacturers were slow to improve. But how could one improve on a cutie like this?

Friends greeted us from our front porch as we drove up, having picked the car up from the Home Depot parking lot just a few blocks from us. Note the giant transport truck that brought it from California -- it would have had trouble on our narrow little streets.

Ooh, cool!

It was St. Patrick's Day -- thus the green (except for Tommy, the rebel). Tom had boiled crawfish rather than cabbage, which we enjoyed on the porch along with the Pot 'o Gold mixed drinks that I concocted. Great evening: British car, cajun food, Irish drinks, American friends.