Autobiography: MGA

Paul Niedermeyer
by Paul Niedermeyer
autobiography mga

The pop rivets on the crudely fabricated rocker panels were a dead giveaway: tell-tales of ill health under the distraction of a box fresh $29.95 Earl Scheib paint job. I noticed the rivets as soon as the smarmy soon-to-be seller of the ’57 MGA pulled into the driveway. But I was 15, and not the intended victim. That would be my older brother, who was utterly blinded by lust as the late-summer sun sparkled on the curvaceous roadster. He was 19, and about to enter that unique form of parallel hell endemic to the ownership of a clapped-out rusty English car. His only consolation: unlike most self-inflicted drives to auto-hell, his would at least be fairly quick, and a one-way trip.

My nagging doubts about the rocker panels were instantly forgotten during my first ride. Sitting inches above the pavement, elbows hanging out over the low-cut doors, the warm evening air assaulting my head from all directions, I was intoxicated. And since I didn’t own the fragile roadster, there was no hangover… for me.

In its prime, the MGA’s 1500cc engine had made all of 72hp. For England in the mid nineteen-fifties, that might have been sufficient. By the late sixties in the US, the tired MG was anything but fast. But the cacophony of loose valves, rattling main bearings and howling drive-line components overlaid with the “vintage roadster coefficient” made any speed seem at least three times faster. Which was just as well, what with its balding el-cheapo tires and drum brakes that oozed their vital fluid as copiously as St. Francis’ stigmata.

The big Jaeger speedometer did nothing to dispel the sensation of speed; its spastic pulsations were indecipherable above forty-five. Who cared? Most MG’s had never been fast cars. They just felt that way– until 1968, when smog controls choked off even the illusion of speed.

The key to enjoying the elderly MGA’s still-precise steering and other remaining talents: getting lost on north Baltimore County’s winding rural roads. On these near-perfect facsimiles of narrow English country roads, the roadster made its origins and preferences perfectly clear.

Joyriding was its métier, as well as mine. More than once, I surreptitiously took the roadster out for a spin during my pre-license driving era (sorry about that, bro, I just couldn’t resist). Driving the MGA released an adrenalin-heavy hormonal cocktail, as I worried about getting caught and/or whether or not the old heap would make it home.

My brother’s daily commute to college was the MG’s ostensible mission, and the rationale used to talk my father into financing the acquisition. Needless to say, post-purchase, practically every major system of the roadster failed in rapid succession: the notorious “Prince of Darkness” Lucas electrics, those leaky brakes, the anachronistic lever shocks, the perpetually unsynchronized Skinners Union carburetors. The left front fender went MIA after a frat party. It’s a good thing my brother’s buddy drove a boring but dead-reliable Chevy sedan.

Despite being out of action for weeks at a time that first winter, the pop-riveted rocker panels crudely fabricated from hardware store sheet metal began to disintegrate. This opened-up an ever-widening gap between the floor boards and the doors. It was handy for discrete refuse disposal, but not so pleasant in the rain (as if an MG roadster could ever be so). Army surplus blankets were literally pressed into service to keep out the precipitation.

At least the clattering, worn-out engine obligingly held on a few months longer, when income from a summer job and warm weather made an engine transplant from a Nash Metropolitan feasible (it used the same BMC B-series engine). And a bright red front fender acquired through unconventional means restored the body to a vague semblance of wholeness– even though it clashed with the Kermit-the-frog green paint job. In 1969, the car looked almost fashionable.

That summer’s endless greasy and sweaty labors only temporarily forestalled the MG’s suicidal tendencies. Within months, the transplanted Metropolitan engine gave up the ghost, perhaps a form of organ rejection. The MG sat forlorn in the driveway leaking bodily fluids until my father called a wrecker, sealing its final fate.

And since he was called upon to finance its replacement, something more practical was in order. My brother settled on a three-year old ’66 VW Beetle, still in the prime of its life. The Volks was the antithesis of the MGA in every respect except speed. It gave faultless, economical service for years to come.

Now you might think that I would have learned to stay away from old MG’s, watching my brother and his ever leakier barchetta inexorably founder in a sea of brake fluid, oil and gas. And I did, for a good ten years. But youthful memory is short. I eventually succumbed to MG fever. But that’s another story.

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  • Logdog Logdog on Dec 04, 2007

    I am not sure if this fits in but... My first drive in a sports car was in a MGA. Brand new as a gift from my girlfriends father when she graduated from high school in 1957. It was great fun tooling around with the top down. Have some really great memories. Not fast but we did not care. When she moved on I had to have a fun car and found a 1957 XK140 MC in 1959 being sold by a guy who had just been drafted. $1,500 at the time. It would qualify for one of the poor handling, braking awards but it was, at that time, my joy. I never did put the top up, just drove faster when it rained and wore a hat. From there I went to a Porsche 356B super which I owned until I got married. I was going through a set of tires in less than six months so that is an indication of how much fun I had driving it. And then bought a Volvo station wagon. Oh well.

  • Jguerra Jguerra on Dec 08, 2007

    Hi Paul great history, I´m a little more young than you I born in 1970 and now I have 37, but something change my life when my father had a Autin Healey Sprite when I had 8 years I really enjoy the weekends riding with my father. 8 years ago I restore my first MGA, (lovely car), and the car was really well restore, I decide to sell the car when my son born 6 years ago, for a guy who put the car in Hamptons, NY. This year I end my 2 news MGA restoration, the MGA turns a Hobbie for me in the wekeends ( Im a Dentist) I dont sure about what part I enjoy more the restore process or drive the car, but anyway, I have planning to restore more MGA´s and looking for people who enjoy my restorations, and take care of that. please if you can see the video that I post in Youtube. If you cn´t open try to search on youtube by MGA cars in the search bar and find MGA black and White restoration are 2 videos, enjoy it.

  • Bd2 Other way around.Giorgetto Giugiaro penned the Pony Coupe during the early 1970s and later used its wedge shape as the basis for the M1 and then the DMC-12.The 3G Supra was just one of many Japanese coupes to adopt the wedge shape (actually was one of the later ones).The Mitsubishi Starion, Nissan 300ZX, etc.
  • Tassos I also want one of the idiots who support the ban to explain to me how it will work.Suppose sometime (2035 or later) you cannot buy a new ICE vehicle in the UK.Q1: Will this lead to a ICE fleet resembling that of CUBA, with 100 year old '56 Chevys eventually? (in that case, just calculate the horrible extra pollution due to keeping 100 year old cars on the road)Q2: Will people be able to buy PARTS for their old cars FOREVER?Q3: Will people be allowed to jump across the Channel and buy a nice ICE in France, Germany (who makes the best cars anyway), or any place else that still sells them, and then use it in the UK?
  • Tassos Bans are ridiculous and undemocratic and smell of Middle Ages and the Inquisition. Even 2035 is hardly any better than 2030.The ALMIGHTY CONSUMER should decide, not... CARB, preferably WITHOUT the Government messing with the playing field.And if the usual clueless idiots read this and offer the tired "But Government subsidizes the oil industry too", will they EVER learn that those MINISCULE (compared to the TRILLIONS of $ size of this industry) subsidies were designed to help the SMALL Oil producers defend themselves against the "Big Oil" multinationals. Ask ANY major Oil co CEO and he will gladly tell you that you can take those tiny subsidies and shove them.
  • Dusterdude The suppliers can ask for concessions, but I wouldn’t hold my breath . With the UAW they are ultimately bound to negotiate with them. However, with suppliers , they could always find another supplier ( which in some cases would be difficult, but not impossible)
  • AMcA Phoenix. Awful. The roads are huge and wide, with dedicated lanes for turning, always. Requires no attention to what you're doing. The roads are idiot proofed, so all the idiots drive - they have no choice, because everything is so spread out.