Where do old MGA’s  go to die?  It is like the age old question where do the elephant’s go to die?   We never seem to find their remains.  Oh, there sometimes are the tell tale signs, massive piles of dung, circling vultures or the stench of rotting flesh.

But when you are searching for the elusive MGA, there are no such telltale signs.  When venturing into the wilds to look for the resting place one must be prepared.  Certainly every great hunter has a high powered rifle but to bring down the MGA more elaborate devices are required.  Behold the hunter’s bag of tricks.

The search began early on Sunday morning.  It was cold and cloudy with a sharp bite of winter in the air.  I spotted the tracks leading to what I hoped was the lair of the elusive MGA.

Entering the cold woods I spotted a shape, was it, could it be.  I must explore further.  My spider senses were tingling as I entered the bush.

Are my eyes deceiving me, could it be?  I must look further.  What is that shape in the distance?

OMG, it is,  Oh the humanity of it the remains of two once proud MGAs abandoned in the harsh woods.  The once proud runners of the highway now lie motionless with their rear quarters horribly torn away, who could have done such a thing?  The only persons I know capable of such a despicable deed are;

Look how they laugh, mocking the plight of these poor wretched little cars.  But no they are not the ones. 

                                     THESE ARE THE CULPRITS……

They were not alone in their misdeeds……Not by a long shot

Is this not the face of guilt!!!!!

Alas, all is not lost.  I the great humanitarian managed to save some pieces, some scraps if you will to see that the great beast will rise once again to run the roads an awe the passersby.  One man’s junk  is another man’s treasure.  (two doors, a front hub and shock, a wheel and a transmission)