“It used to be that scruffy MGBs, the automotive equivalent of the broken-in boat shoe, would be every-where this time of year.”
he rain started just as I pulled out of the parking lot at the base of Mount Washington, headed down scenic New Hampshire Route 16 toward the village of Bartlett. In my rear-view mirror, I saw a familiar shape pull out behind me, a little, two-seat wedge with its headlamps popped