"In 1986 I was driving across country, the long-way, heading out to California for grad school in my '67 TR4A, with my best friend (and MG owner), Robert. In Louisianna, after visiting New Orleans, the car, which was loaded to the gills, started feeling squirelly. Turns out a wheel stud or two (that held on the wire-wheel adapters) were stripping. So we pull off the highway into this little town. No idea where it was, and nothing looked very promising. then Robert spots a rubber-bumper MG…"
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