This is a snapshot of me and my 1965 MK III Austin Healey BJ8 circa 1971. This big Healey was unreliable, noisy, burned oil like a fiend, and rode and handled like a truck. I wore Frye boots for years because my feet got too hot wearing normal shoes. I’ve had many cars lately that are superior in every quantifiable criteria but this is my all time favorite personal automobile. I loved this car.

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