Great story!
Was the cop's name Obie? Oh, I'm sorry that was Stockbridge, MA. I had
the great fortune to drive an MGBGT ( my brothers car- we had just painted
it in a Porsche Silver Pearl) to the outer Banks in 1977 (from Ohio)- gave
a brand new Nissan Z all he could handle and then some. We averaged -
that's right averaged- 75 miles an hour on that trip.
Jeff Johnson
'76 TR6 CF50278U
At 10:10 PM 3/11/2005, Terry Smith wrote:
>The cop jumped back about six feet as
>>the girl emerged out of the sleeping bag.
>>--
>>Best Regards,
>>Tom
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>When I came from my home state of California in my '68 MGB to New
>Hampshire (just to visit a friend...hmmm.), I was stopped by a cop who
>wanted to question why I didn't have an inspection sticker and a NH plate
>yet. Nice guy about it, though. When he asked for my registration, I
>kept my hands in clear view and told him, "Don't get excited, I'm going
>to open the battery tray and get it." His eyes got big as saucers as I
>lifted the rug, popped the wingnut holding the cover on the battery box
>engineered under the rumble seat, and pulled my paperwork out of a
>homemade box I'd carpeted on the inside."
>
>"What's that?" he asked.
>
>Then I explained how the car came with such two 6 volt batteries, but now
>had one 12 volt in the other box. That was 1979, and I could see him
>wondering how many other MGBs had hidden contraband in a battery box like that!
>
>Terry Smith
>'59 TR3A TS 58667
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