I had a Spitfire. Ran great for a couple of years. Then, one day smoke came out from under the hood. I popped the hood and saw a white-hot wire burning in a bundle. I found a rag and tore the wire out. When I quit sweating, I got back in the car. Started up. All the gauges worked. All the lights worked. Just like nothing had ever happened. I drove it for several more years and without a problem. I had to give it up when my first child was born. Twenty years later it was time to get back in. I ran right down to the British Layland dealer. Oops...
The only modern car with the same feel is the Miata.
BTW driving a small British car is the most fun you can have with all of your clothes on.
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