Curbside Classic: 1967 MGB GT

Paul Niedermeyer
by Paul Niedermeyer
curbside classic 1967 mgb gt
I once met a girl in a complicated and unfulfilling dream. But it was so vivid, that for years afterward, I had trouble remembering whether she had been a real girlfriend or a figment of my nocturnal imagination. Stumbling across this 1967 MGB-GT brings up the same confusion: did I actually own an identical “B”, or was it too just a dream?If dreams are projections of our desires, the MG certainly fit that. Of course, I lusted after all kinds of cars as a kid, but the hunger for MG’s increased palpably after my older brother bought an MGA during his college years. I duly observed (and documented) his valiant but ultimately futile efforts fighting the triple dragons of rust, Lucas electrics and perpetual non-motion. His losing battle gave my MG desires pause, but then pauses by nature are transitory.
Anyway, my MG dreams were always for a B. Yes, a pristine A is cute and seductive, but after that curvaceous body inevitably rusts away, one confronts a frame, suspension and mechanicals only barely changed from its roaring twenties-evoking predecessors. The MGA was “transitionary”; but with the B, MG finally, sort of, entered the modern world, leaving Morgan to the ash-frame traditionalists.Up until the B, the classic English approach to sports car design was a flexible-flyer ladder frame and very stiff suspension. Unintentionally (I presume), the frame functioned as a major suspension component. It was the exact opposite of the Porsche (or Lotus) approach. And it was not conducive to precise (or predictable) handling over anything but smooth roads. Fun, in a go-cart sort of way, but then go-carts usually stick to smooth tracks.The semi-revolutionary B introduced a (relatively) stiff unibody, softer suspension (“heresy!”), a bigger engine, and disc brakes. But the icing on the cake was the styling. Rarely has a car achieved such timeless good looks. Good thing too, since the MGB stayed in production for almost twenty years—and then briefly resurrected as the mangled RV8 in 1993.Sadly, the B got progressively uglier as time went on, until it was an abomination sporting giant black rubber bumpers, riding on stilts (jacked-up suspension), and with all of 79 (!) horsepower. At least in America.
Back in Britannia, the faithful were enjoying the MGB-GT V8, the ultimate B. Thanks to the “special relationship,” the MG finally had the engine it always deserved. The ex-Buick Rover V8 even weighed sixty pounds less than the stalwart 1.8-liter four. How (non-ferrous) ironic is that? The 3.5 V8 gave a new (lend-)lease on life to a whole gaggle of rapidly aging English cars.The MGB’s B-block four had been its biggest liability, lusty torque aside. The long-stroke chuffer was more suitable for agricultural work, due to its poorly breathing cylinder head.At least it got five main bearings in 1965, and by 1967, a proper fully-synchronized transmission backed it up. That makes the ’67 featured here the golden year for Americanized B’s. By 1968, the terminal decline due to safety and smog controls was already underway.The real seed of my MGB-GT lust was the exquisiteness of Pininfarina’s deft hand. That roofline created a perfect wholeness to the B’s already good looks. I was already an avid collector of the Italian master’s work, in the form of numerous Peugeot 404s and a 403.
We were living in an apartment in Santa Monica with a gaggle of Peugeots, some of which were self-propelled, whereas others relied on foot power to move them each week for the street cleaner. The immovable 403 sat in our one parking space. But through some quirk, another space opened up. Time for a new addition to the fleet!The late seventies in LA was a nirvana for young men with car lust. Every conceivable aging sports car or exotic was just waiting to be plucked (cheaply) from the weekend LA Times classifieds. One of my more ambitious co-workers picked up a well-aged Aston DB-2 for small change. They might be afflicted with endless mechanical challenges, but rust, at least, wasn’t one of them.And so I stumbled upon a 1967 MGB-GT, in need of a valve job. It ran just enough to limp home. And there it sat, and sat, and . . . sat. Right after I got it, I received a double promotion: to fatherhood and management.A couple of years later, I had to get rid of it because we were moving. I had a buyer, but for a running car. I finally took the head to the machine shop, put things back together, and drove it to his house. Only then did I realize that my six foot-four frame was not a size B, and the drive otherwise was underwhelming. I was quite happy to wake up and know that the dream was over. More Curbside Classics Here
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  • Rudy Rudy on Jan 24, 2011

    I have a 1967 MGB/GT. I restored it back in 1976. It is British Racing Green (Dark). This was a color option for 2 years I was told. My car was the last year of positive earth electrical. It has a 4-speed transmission with a non-syncro 1st gear. It was rumored that it was originally made for a 1949 Bedford 1-ton truck. Transmissions are the weak link in the drive train. The door latches pictured are not 1967, but rather later versions. The dash is also a much later version. Mine is all metal, with a small leather pad along the top edge. It has a squirt-gun mechanism for the wind screen washer that must be pumped for each squirt. 2 6-volt batteries wired up in series to attain 12 volt. Batteries are located under the rear seat with one on each side of the drive shaft. The steering wheel is much smaller than my original. Mine has 3 small diameter spokes at the 3, 6, and 9 oclock positions.

  • Buffaloguy Buffaloguy on May 27, 2011

    Most fun car to drive that I've owned (40+ years) but worst car to own! Had a used 68 B roadster, BRG w/ wires of course, for which I was foolish enough to trade in a fairly new 72 Datsun 510, orange of course, plus needed cash for tuition. Head gasket blew within 2 weeks and the electronics were horrendous from day one. Lights and wipers went out if you were unlucky enough to hit a pothole - an issue in western new york. Had to hunt around for another pothole or RR crossing to get them back on - not fun in the dark or rain! It was a blast to drive and contrary to what someone said had plenty of legroom for me (6'1"). Traded it in for a new wife and used 71 510 wagon, orange of course! Some kid (I was all of 23!) bought it and restored it and wrecked it within 6 months.