As long as I can remember, my father’s 1980 MGB — which he bought two weeks after I was born — has been part of my life. He even tells me that at less than two weeks old I was his first passenger the day he drove home from the downstate dealership where he bought it. He’d had to sell his first MG years earlier when he broke his leg and couldn’t get into the car. When he heard that MGs were being discontinued he knew he had to have one of the last ones. In fact, he found two black MGBs, one of which my uncle bought on the same day.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://www.hagerty.com/articles-videos/articles/2012/11/20/mgb-and-me