The best MG story came from my boss. Years ago, he was a twenty-something,
Air Force type. He found himself on the Long Island Expressway around 2:00
am, tooling down the road on a summer's night. The top was down, and he
finished a cigarette. He flicked the butt high into the slipstream above
the windshield. In a few minutes, he noticed an odd aroma. The smell got
stronger with passing time. He looked behind him, and he saw that the
tonneau cover was on fire, with the flames being fanned by the wind. He
stopped in the middle of the LIE, trying to figure out what to do. He had
nothing with him, except a few beers which he had drunk during the course of
the evening. So, he stood up, turned around and unzipped. He put the fire
out...

Bertie

MG, I live just to touch you,
when I double clutch you, MG it gies me a thrill.
MG, I love your ignition, your foru speed transmission,
your points your plugs and your grill!
MG, when I look inside you,
the sight of each valve and rod, brings me closer to God!
MG, I'll wash you and wax you.
If some Chevvy smacks you, I'll die, MG!


From Mad magazine, you can probably guess the tune..


Bertie