The “live axle” Morgan

Chatter on our OCS email group not so long ago turned to one fellow’s ownership of a forty-nine-year-old Austin-Healey. Reminded me of what I did on our Xmas break in 1967.

After discovering I had been dumped by my college girlfriend for a civilian, I spent the time sleeping in the bath tub of my sister’s one-bedroom D.C.  apartment (the couch was occupied) and driving around town with a friend who had a Morgan. The “live axle” one. No springs. Jar your teeth right out of your head. As the experts used to say: you hit the first bump in a Morgan, missed the second one and hit the third one.

0 responses to “The “live axle” Morgan

  1. I guess for a youngster there could hardly be a sexier car, though, suspension or not.

    Today they call the lack of suspension “sporty”, you know.

  2. Heh. I didn’t. I’m too old for that stuff. Though I have managed to stick with a stick shift and not go to an automatic.

  3. Wow… that’s an achievement. When I have to use stick shift – happens to you in European rentals all the time, after they accept your reservation for an automatic – it takes me at least half a day to get used to stick again.

    Half a day covered in shame, I have to add.