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| Perilous Hole |
Once upon a time, I embarked on a grand quest to perfect a British classic: the illustrious MGB. Armed with wrenches, dreams, and an uncanny ability to find every possible upgrade, I dove headfirst into a rabbit hole so deep it made Alice’s Wonderland look like a kiddie pool. My noble endeavor resulted in over $15,000 in bills for parts and services, even though I played mechanic most of the time. Astonishingly, when I finally parted ways with my beloved MGB, I managed to sell it for exactly what I had invested, purchase price included. A rare feat indeed, as most folks in this hobby end up losing their shirts, and possibly their sanity.
Now, my dear friends and family, knowing my penchant for vehicular perfection, fear that I will once again succumb to the siren song of the MGB Rabbit Hole. They envision me starting with a tentative toe dip, only to end up swan-diving into the depths of obsession.
So here’s my public declaration: this blog is my pledge to avoid the rabbit hole this time around. I vow to keep my new MGB in good, running order by begging, borrowing, or scavenging from MGB graveyards of yore, without opening any new accounts at Moss Motors or similar purveyors of temptation.
Friends, if you catch even a glimpse of my toe heading toward that perilous hole, please, for the love of sanity, intervene. Copy this post and send it right back to me as a stern reminder of what this project is truly about. Together, we can keep me on the straight and narrow—far from the clutches of the MGB Rabbit Hole!
