stared. We breathed in the smells. I was even tempted to kick a tire. Seemed as though time had stood still and maybe in a year my 1962 will take on some of those gleams again. They were more than nice to me at Keens; they answered all my questions and provided several Cooper and MG sale brochures and a special parts catalog. These were people even as eager as Bob Shaw to talk British cars (what a find). In their parts department they sell a good selection of Rover Group (Mini and MG included) car accessories. I almost forgot we had come to see the new MGF. There were a dozen or more outside as well as two beauties on the showroom floor. A new MG is something I hadnót seen in almost 20 years. As Dave sat in one I could see that look on his face that I surely must have exhibited in Colorado Springs in the 1970s. What a good kid!

P.S. Wow, what a wonderful Christmas: A visit to see Dave, a blitz home by Dawn, a zip in and out by Mariettaós brothers Paul and Carl (along with Carl Jr.), and the fantastic news that the MADMEN (Mid-American Diehard Mini Enthusiasts Network) seem to think that I meet all the qualifications to become one of them.

I pity those poor folks who have no winter. We can always tell them at a car show. They are the ones whose cars always look the same from year to year. You overhear them speak of needing time to do one thing or another to refurbish or improve their car. But because they have no snow or salt to encourage their LBC renewal projects (not too terribly different from the urban renewal projects of a few years past, save for the fact that LBC renewal projects are more costly).

My winter projects are underway. The speedometer and the tachometer have been removed and are on their way to Albuquerque Speedometer for refurbishment, a spare bonnet source has been located and as soon as the