So, after a decades-long absence from the cockpit of a "race car," I decided to show those who may have remembered me...just how far I'd fallen. Some call it "losing' my flipping' mind"...but I digress. Enter my 1967 Rover 2000TC, a proud and deeply-flawed survivor car. The only major thing that's been done to it is an engine rebuild, due to a failed oil pump. it has the ragged OE paint, the ragged-ier OE interior, and only a few square feet of the boot floor that's been badly patched. Other than that, Margaret is pretty much as she left the factory, at Solihull. No seriously..that's what I did: I entered it in one of SCCA's local Rallycross events. After the laughter subsided, and I passed Tech, I competed in the daytime stage. I weenied out of staying till the late hours of the evening stage, afraid I might not find any of the hard-to-source original parts that might have fallen off during the night. But, the Mighty Rover--Margaret, to her closest friends--availed herself well, and in the day stage, set one of the faster times, in its class. Hey, it's not a full-on LeMons racer, but I think it's close enough! It takes true heroism--or a seriously compromised sense of personal self-worth, and a vanishing sense of personal safety to enter a 53-year old British sedan in a racing event. I'll let you guess which overtook me.... PS: don't tell McKeel I raced it.
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