Wanting to be modest I do not show you the whole machinery as some are in other rooms or stored elsewhere for lack of space, I only occupies 50% of the parts to prevent social conflicts with family, where the home is a greater day I repatriate a metal lathe, a milling machine, a 40T press and tooling, with much remorse I separated a machine identical in size to that of the first picture. I designed the workshop for me, soon it to skid, the friend, the neighbor, the friend of a friend, the neighbor's neighbor, the neighbor's friend, and the friend of the neighbor. I designed the workshop for me, soon it to skid, the friend, the neighbor, the friend of a friend, the neighbor's neighbor, the neighbor's friend, and the friend of the neighbor. I do not connai the number of liquor bottles collected with this workshop, as a rule I prefer to trade services, equipment, materials and tools in exchange, being better equipped than most of my successive employers, it puts often happened to troubleshoot some problems with former employers. For tools I use the meme maxim André Pousse (for modesty I crain person). In summary I love all the beautiful mechanics (machine tools, motorcycles, cars, engine airplanes, boats, and ....).
Wednesday was down through the borders then over the Kirkstone, Wrynose and Hardknott Passes to the Woolpack Inn for the night, photos in the gallery. Thursday was back over Hardknott and Wrynose before wandering by various routes to Malvern. Lazy day today before TOTH tomorrow. Obligatory GoPro video of the Hardknott Pass crossing;
Slightly better concentration and I would have got round cleanly - missed the apex somewhat. Must try harder. Should really have dipped the clutch and given it a bootful to get it round but rear tyre was being a bit grippy in the sunshine so I'd probably just have understeered into the bank which would have been embarrassing!
A beautiful Friday evening as I tooled down into Bennington, Vermont for the Hemmings Cruise In. This week appeared to be American muscle cars. I may be from the US of A but the muscle car thing never really took hold for me. I never saw the point. I grew up in mountains and winding hills. Muscle cars belonged on the flats where some of the roads went for 90 miles straight! They were only interested in doing the quarter mile in the shortest time! What about handling? Huh? What's that?!
Always astonished by the attention the Morgan receives. So many people want to talk about it and are so surprised that this is still a thing. Some of the locals admit to have seen me drive around and are just grateful to be able to look at it up close and personal.
What's your mileage? Who cares. Is it practical? See #1. What happens when it rains? You get wet.
