My 67 GT waltzed through its, non-compulsory, MOT again with no advisories. I must use it more, having just given it a complete lube service and anew water pump.
I am always pleased to get contributions from the colonies, Australia, America, etc, as a variation on more local, though equally worthy, missives. So, when Stan Best sent me something he had written for the Chesham Natter, I had a read and then really perked up. His visit to Bermuda gave him a bit more than he had bargained for! My interest in this stems from my family connection to Bermuda, which covers certainly four generations and his experiences there bring back many memories for me. Part one of Stan’s report is printed below.
This past Christmas/New Year we went to Bermuda, worth it to get some sunshine and avoid cooking Christmas lunch. The island is very small with a good network of lovely roads, but they are very narrow and the actively enforced speed limit of 35 km/h means you don’t need 4th gear on a car with some performance. You can only hire scooters, mopeds or small electric micro cars like the Renault Twizy. There is an excellent bus service so we bought a month pass.
The holiday was everything we hoped for, but we were not surprised that we didn’t see any interesting cars for the ﬁrst week. Early in our second week we saw a Longbridge-built TF in Hamilton. It was obviously a much-loved car in a deep blue with matching hardtop, all polished and sparkling in the sunshine. The next day we were heading out of Hamilton on the bus on a mission to traverse the only route we had not been along when the bus ﬁltered onto the main road just behind this car. Naturally I ignored advice and stood up to get a picture of it. As I did, the bus lurched and when I grabbed a handrail I also set the next stop request button. The bus stopped, the little MG vanished down the road and I had to apologise to the driver.
When we reached to terminus it turned out to be a pleasant suburb with zero tourist attraction, so we waited to go back on the same bus. I said to the driver sorry again and I was trying to get a picture of the sports car. “Oh, the TF”, he said. “I have a ZS180, that car is wicked fast.” After looking at some pictures on each other’s phones he said: “You need to go and see Steyne. He is the local MG man and has a place in the Royal Dockyard, here is his number.”