A nice little backstory of my British car.Im 15-16 years old and my father died.Big hard hit to family.Im working in a Chinese Restaurant for a family friend,Mr Shree.
Mr S-I have car,a MG,I sell to you.It has new engine,transmission,paint.I do for my son Peter.He no want car,I buy him Firebird.I sell to you.
Me- Mr Shree,i cant afford that car.
Mr S- I sell to you 400 dollars,50 dollars a month.
And thats how I wound up with the coolest 1957 MGA in British Racing Green.It wasnt until years later it dawned on me this car had nothing to do with Peter,He did that for me.Now thats one heck of a really good man Mr Shree was.