Detailing

Bob Black is taking a break from detailing his MGB. It is already waxed to the nth degree and now he is working on the last little dust specks. A retired military chapalin, he told us about one of his nasty experiences when he was an ambulance driver for three years.

There is a warm spot in my heart for sports cars. When I graduated from college in 1958 I really wanted an MGB, but I ended up with a Green TR3 which I later somersaulted on a sandy road in the mountains of West Virginia. That car was totaled and replaced with a red TR3. Several years later I owned a red Fiero.