So imagine it’s late Friday evening, and you have been invited to bring your somewhat infamous MGB-from-hell to the CSRG vintage races & West Coast MG Reunion at Infineon Raceway on Saturday morning.
Delusions Visions of eager sponsors flowing with cash, and rubbing elbows with famous Group 44 drivers run through your head, while champagne freely flows and trophy girls swoon.
There is just one problem; the weekend prior the team not only wrecked your car (yet again) at Sears Pointless resulting in a second action-filled photo sequence to rival the first, but somehow also managed to completely destroy the very last of your good motors on day two.
[Editor’s Note: There are times when an automotive story pops up over at our sister site, AtomicToasters, so we’ve given the Toasters crew a venue to do guest articles here at Hooniverse! Today we welcome Sparky, aka ZomBee Racer, to share his recent adventures with his 24 Hours of LeMons racing MG!]
The magic bang-hammer makes quick work of the worst dents, but your driveway and garage are littered with un-useable BMC B-series carcasses, and now you have mere hours before the big event.
What do you do? What. Do. You. Do?!?
Well, if you have ever hung out with the 24 Hours of Lemons team Killer ZomBees the answer should be painfully obvious. Borrow the motor out of Super-Spouse’s unguarded MGB while she sleeps!
BRILLIANT! What’s the worst that could happen?
Deep into the night and well into the next morning wrenches were spun and fingers were quietly smashed, the daily driver’s heart was plucked from its cozy home and drafted into service for the once-again re-undead MGB. From hell.
It’s alive! ALIVE!! Bwaa-haa-haa!
“What are you doing out there…?”
“Uh, nothing honey. Just making coffee. Go back to bed. Kiss-kiss.”
And so it came to pass that the flipped, smashed, blown and crashed “car that will not die” complete with bouncing yellow antenna balls made the 1 ½ hour freeway journey all the way back up to Sonoma under its own power as seen in the following video – just in time to miss all the festivities.
Oh well. But hey, at least we kinda made it. The trip home was much faster thanks to a forgotten smashed headlight and a race against impending darkness – under the premise that a small speeding fine was less evil than a fix-it ticket.
And the couch is only kinda lumpy.
(Images Courtesy Roger Iu via Head-on Photos, and the author’s own personal collection)