We drove out to the middle of nowhere. We met a nice elderly gentleman, whose knees were a little worse for wear. He opened his garage door. We gazed in awe. We exchanged a knowing look. This was the one.
Yep. That's right. At the age of 22, I've taken the plunge and bought my first ever car. And it's 15 years older than me. A red, rubber bumper 1976 MG Midget 1500.
The chassis and body are solid, the finish reasonably good, and the fundamentals under the hood in need only of a good service to get it on the road.