Ah, Spridget stories. Gotta love 'em. My first car was a 1965 Mk III Sprite that we nicknamed “Precious” (like the Ring, get it?) My brother helped me buy it in 1985 out of somebody’s front yard in West Michigan. He had raced a Spridget in SCCA so was familiar with how to get one running. We (mostly him) spent the next year and a half getting the engine rebuilt and enough mechanicals to get it road-worthy. I eventually got to drive it home (under escort) and then off to college. I loved that car, but like any disfunctional relationship, there were more than a few bumps. I tinkered with it constantly, adding bits that might make it go faster or look fancier. Had the main wiring harness develop a short that melted the entire harness, my Dad and I ended up having to build a new main wiring harness using the melted one as a pattern. Then there was the transmission issue. Unknown to me, the rear seal on the transmission had failed and the oil was draining out of the case each time the car was parked on an incline (hence the large puddle of oil on the ground). However I continued to drive the car and refill the transmission case when I noticed it was low. Eventually, the rear end of the case started to fail and the drive shaft started to whip around inside the tunnel making a god-awful grinding noise. It failed completely one day as I was driving from Kalamazoo to Grand Rapids in a huge cloud of smoke. As the fates would have it, none other than John Twist, one of North America’s experts on MGs happened to be driving on the same highway with an empty car trailer as he returned to his shop in Grand Rapids. My car got a free ride to GR and a couple hundred dollars later, a repaired transmission as well. (It still leaked though). This was the adventure of owning a Spridget. I kept the car 16 years, eventually rust caused me to undertake a foolish attempt at restoration which cost me many times more than the car was possibly worth. But as they say, love makes you do funny things. I ended up cutting my losses and selling what was left of the car to a guy and his son in Pennsylvania who thought they could finish the restoration. I hope it worked and somewhere my car is out there on the road someplace. Would I get another Spridget if I could?..In a heartbeat.