For me it was my '70 MG Midget. Never has so much fun been packed into such a small, inconvenient, unreliable bucket of bolts. Devoid of a/c, sometimes heater, and weather tightness the thing was a blast to rip through the gears and stand on its ear around corners. And, it could all be done within the speed limit! That's something you can't with the more expensive, powerful, and civiliized cars of today.I not-so-fondly remember my lesson on its fuel gauge: E meant Empty not 2 more gallons heralded by an abrupt stop and a staccato fuel pump behind my rear. Their were a lot of spontaneous learning experiences with my Midget. Bless its heart.
During those younger days (when I didn't need a/c) my Midget was bracketed by a MGA and Fiat X 1/9 both of which I enjoyed but not to the extent of the Midget. Pound for dollar the Midget was King of Thrills.
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