Teacher’s pet
Thirteen years ago, Tasmanian high school teacher Angela Howie was presented with a partly-dismantled Triumph Spitfire by her husband Duncan. As tempting as it is to draw churlish comparisons with Homer Simpson and thoughtful birthday gifts of bowling balls, I will resist. That said, the Triumph is not only still a pile of pieces in the Howies’ garage but has since been joined by another example in a similarly stalled state of refurbishment. As neither car looked like being completed any time soon, Duncan asked Angela if she would perhaps prefer an MG that actually ran instead. “Yes please! As long as it isn’t a B, though,” was her reply. “They’re just a bit boring.”
Oh, dear. MGBs may be numerous but surely that doesn’t mean B actually stands for boring? Whatever the case was, Angela really wanted something a bit different.
“What about a Midget, then?” Duncan ventured to ask. She suddenly found herself interested in her husband’s alternative proposal. “My father Don already owned an MGA so I could see that a
