Who knew that we grew?

My husband is anxious to move beyond the fear that the impending strike had us under. He enjoys tinkering with cars and we both enjoy unusual things. So it was no surprise that he mentioned a new project, a 1972 MG Midget. Earlier this week, we all drove out to give it a look. Ted's memories of riding in a family friends Midget weren't tempered with the fact that he has grown considerably taller and (discreet clearing of throat) broader. Not only was he unable to steer without tightening his super buff six-pack abs, but his height and foot size made it impossible for him to hit just one pedal at a time. In a manual transmission, you can fairly assume that simultaneously applying the clutch, gas, AND brake is not a good idea. We left that car with it's current owner. But here is a glance of what could have been....