Buy The First MG I Ever Saw In My Life So I Don't Have To

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I remember when I first saw this car. I’d never seen anything like it before.

It was in a parking lot on the very far side of town, yellow and tiny and completely incomprehensible to me, a budding car enthusiast. I remember staring at the octagonal badge on the trunk with no idea what kind of car this was.

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I eventually wandered home, spent either hours or days looking around on the internet with really not a lot to go on until I found out about MG, read up its history, learned what was so great about the era of the classic British sports car, and fell just a little bit in love.

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Now it appears that this very car, this very 1972 MG Midget, is for sale in my home town, right on one of my very favorite streets. I can’t believe I never figured out who owned this car, or talked to the dude.

That Volvo Amazon in the background of one of the pictures, even, was a particular obsession of mine for many years.

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The car is listed right here for a reasonable price. The top is missing (as if an MG needs a top), but the seller claims he’s rebuilt the carbs, changed the oil, plugs, battery, battery cable, and starter solenoid.

I would buy it but I’ve moved far away from California, thousands of miles removed from rust-free survivor cars, still driving as reminders of what the past used to look like.

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Buy it so I don’t. Give it a good new home.

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Contact the author at raphael@jalopnik.com.

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Rob Emslie

Ugh, I’m not a fan of the round fender cars. I once bought a round fender, stripped it for its goodies (1275, rib case, disc front brakes) and then torched it apart and dumped the drawn and quartered shell in a dumpster ( I always wondered why they called them that) in an industrial park. I am now in the process of rebuilding the 1275 for my ‘61 Sprite.

These are fun cars in a way, but they’re super small, don’t handle all that entertainingly, and have all the performance of a damp Kleenex.