All that visible awesomeness and yet I still have to know what's under the tarp in the garage...cause from here...those are intriguing lines.
Hahahaha, well, the cooler car lives in the car trailer........ but under that cover is my first car, a 1970 MG Midget with wire wheels. My grandfather gave me the car in 1983, he was given the car by his neighbor who did some SCCA racing with it. The neighbor "lightened" the car up for racing, but essentially butchered it. The car wouldn't start one day, the guy assumed he seized the engine, so out it came. He rebuilt it, put it back in, engine wouldn't turn over. He did that twice more, then rolled it to my grandfather who was something of a mechanic (an old dairy farmer has to be, right?). My grandfather took it apart, put the engine back in, no go. From there, it sat in a dairy barn for 10 years. My grandfather was selling the farm and my father asked where the MG went. No one knew! Everything had be sold off. My father and I went back to the farm and discovered that my grandfather had built a work bench around the entire car! We pulled the work bench apart and there she was!
At the age 14 I "restored" the car and then again the 90s when I had my first "real" job out of college. At 99 years old my grandfather asked to go for a ride in the MG one last time! Time not being on our side, I had the car professionally "resto-modded" to incorporate the original owners wishes to have a lighten up car, painted it Ferrari red, new interior, etc. At 100 years old my grandfather went for his last ride in the car, totally restored and looking great. He was a happy man that day! He passed away at 101.
And the engine that wouldn't turn over? It was a seized starter motor!