"I literally owe my very existence to a red MGA, and a lack of $300.
My father, a young Texan attorney working at his first real paying, professional gig in Washington D. C., really wanted a Porsche Speedster, but he couldn't swing the $1500 to buy one. Instead he settled for a $1200 MGA.
He cut a dashing figure to a young redheaded college student from Fall River, Mass. She fell in love with the man and his flashy red car. Their courtship included drives to weekend sports car races,…"
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