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List of Affiliated Clubs

CANADA

CANADIAN CLASSIC MGCC  PO Box 48191, Stn Bentall Centre, Vancouver, BRITISH COLUMBIA  V7X 1N8, Canada

MGCC of TORONTO      PO Box 97505, Scarborough, ONTARIO  M1C 4Z1, Canada.   mgclub@mgtoronto.com        Aff 1955

N AMERICAN MGA REGISTER   17540 26A Ave, Surrey, BRITISH COLUMBIA V3S 0E6, Canada. Chairman@NAMGAR.org

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

N AMERICAN MGB REGISTER  5444 Sutherland Ave, St Louis, MISSOURI 63109. mgslime@swbell.net

AMERICAN MGC REGISTER ASSOCIATION 1517 Parkersburg Rd, Spencer, WEST VIRGINIA 25276.  amgcra@gmail.com.

ARIZONA MG Club, 14950 W.Poinsettia Drive, Surprise, AZ 85379.  info@azmgclub.org

TC MOTORING GUILD  1454 Chase Terrace, Van Nuys, CALIFORNIA 91407.  djedgar@pacbell.net

MG DRIVERS CLUB of NA  18 Georges Place, Clinton, NEW JERSEY 08809-1334. mgdriversclub@hotmail.com

MGCC NW CENTRE  PO Box 84284, Terminal Station,Seattle, WASHINGTON 98124

MGCC FLORIDA, PO Box 410471, Melbourne, FL 32941. 321-757-0180. www.mgcarclubflorida.org

MGCC ROCKY MOUNTAIN CENTRE  PO Box 152, Denver, COLORADO 80201.   Aff. 1952

MG OWNERS CLUB (of Southern California)  27330 Ursula Lane, Los Altos Hills, CALIFORNIA 94022-3273  mikesmuseum@yahoo.com

MGCC SACRAMENTO VALLEY  PO Box 2194, Fair Oaks, CALIFORNIA 95628.  swi@zetabb.com

MGCC WASHINGTON DC, PO Box 6321, Arlington, VIRGINNIA 22206

MGCC CHICAGOLAND, PO Box 455, Addison, ILLINOIS 60101

MGCC WESTERN NEW YORK,  1286 Mill Creek Run, Webster, NEW YORK STATE 14580-9575. gherschell@mgcarclub.com

SOUTH EASTERN MG T REGISTER,  Atlanta, GEORGIA.  www.semgtr.org.  webmaster@semgtr.org.

MGCC LONG BEACH,  2892 N Bellflower Blvd, Long Beach, CALIFORNIA, CA 90815. slhimmel@aol.com

MGCC NORTH CAROLINA,  PO Box 12273, Raleigh, NORTH CAROLINA 27605.

MGCC MILWAUKEE + GREAT LAKES,  12820 N Colony Drive, Mequon, WISCONSIN 53097-2301

MGCC CENTRAL JERSEY,  PO BOX 435, Convent Station, NEW JERSEY 07961-0435. swag11@nac.net

MGCC SOUTH WESTERN OHIO,  Dayton, OHIO 45420. www.mgcarclubswohio.com

EMERALD NECKLACE MG REGISTER, 318 Hampton Park, Westerville, OHIO 43081-5723.www.mgcleveland.com

MGS of BALTIMORE, 5237 Glen Arm Road, Glen Arm, MARYLAND 21057.  RGL2MGBGT@aol.com

OLD SPECKLED HEN MGCC, 5919 Chauncey Drive NE, Belmont, MICHIGAN 49306. artlewis@gmail.com

EASTERN NEW YORK MGA CLUB, 38 Shadyside Ave, South Nyack, NEW YORK STATE 10960.

MGCC of ST LOUIS,  1129 Hudson Road, St Louis, MISSOURI 63135-1424

MGCC of SAN DIEGO,  PO Box 500803, San Diego, CALIFORNIA 92150-0803. rustynutz55@gmail.com

WILLAMETTE MG CLUB,  PO Box 7178, Salem, OREGON 1303-7178.  chancellore@willamette.mg

TEXAS MG REGISTER, 1007 Saint Charles Ct, Rockwall, TX 75087. markies321@centurylink.net.

 

 

welcome to two newly affiliated clubs

Kimber House welcomes the following two North American clubs which have affiliated to the UK ‘mother’ club.

The MG Car Club of Florida

PO Box 410471

Melbourne

FL 32941

321-757-0180

President: Linda Knoblock-Raupp

www.mgcarclubflorida.org

 

The Arizona MG Car Club

D. Bean

14950 Poinsettia Drive

Surprise

AZ 85379

info@azmgclub.org

The North American MMM Register Newsletter

Below are various technical articles published in a number of MMM newsletters. All articles are by Chris Leydon, and our thanks to him for allowing us to reproduce them. Peter Cook

gaskets-pdf-2            setting-the-crank-pdf

engines                          tech-tips-rockers-pdf

flywheel-lightening     valve-job-5

balancing-wheels        vertical-drive

crankshaft                    wrapping-springs

pressure-relief-valve-pdf       water-intake-pdf

water-pumps

An interesting seasonal story published by the North American MMM Register in their Newsletter, Spring 2016.

Taken from North American MMM Register Newsletter, Spring 2016.

A Cold Dark Night on the Moors: An English Christmas Ghost Story

Looking back, it must have been Christmas 1946. I had studied engineering at Sheffield during the war and after graduating I decided to take employment in this city of engineers. Although I was from the south my mother was a Yorkshire lass and as often as I could I visited her sister and family in the village of Skelpton, about two and a half hours travel by car. My father had given me his old M type MG Midget after he “fettled“it for me. With petrol available again it was a most welcome gift.

On the rolling roads of the moors it was difficult for the MG’s tiny engine to maintain an average of forty mph but I loved that car. I had left Sheffield right after work, just a day before Christmas. The late afternoon was grey and chilly. As darkness came the weather became colder with freezing rain which occasionally changed to sleet. Of course the car had no heater, but with warm clothes and the top up it was liveable. I stopped numerous times to clean off the windscreen, and at one stop I used an old trick of Dad’s – I undid the bonnet catches and lifted each wing of the bonnet and placed a matchbox under each wing right in front of the windscreen. The weight of the bonnet held the matchboxes in place, allowing warm air from the engine to warm up the freezing tiny windscreen.

I was having problems with landmarks in the sleety darkness and the headlights were only so so, the car having a very basic electrical system. I set the moveable third brush in the dynamo to maximum and crossed my fingers.

As I began to get back into the car I saw someone approaching. It was a man in Royal Air Force apparel, in fact he had insulated aircrew clothing and boots. In what I thought was an American accent he said “Not the nicest weather to be out in.” I concurred and in an honest moment I told him I was heading for Skelpton but with no visible landmarks and most of the signposts still removed for the war. I was lost. With an engaging smile he said “My base is just down the road a bit, I’ll show you the way and I’m sure the boys will put you up for the night, it’s not worth carrying on.”

Conversation wasn’t easy in the noisy little car but eventually he directed me into a lighted area at the entrance to the base. Getting out of the car he held up the barrier for me and I drove through to a well-lit Quonset hut he had indicated to me. As I closed the car door I turned to thank my saviour but he was gone. I thought perhaps he had gone to another hut.

As I opened the door of the Quonset I stepped into a warm mixture of cigarette smoke and food. Two men seated at one of the tables playing cards looked up, surprised. I explained I was lost and one of them said “I think you need warming up!”. I was about to accept but I suddenly remembered that I had better drain the block on the MG before it froze. “No problem” said the smoker, “come with me”. I followed him to a workshop where we put my car and he then produced a round squat safety kerosene car heater. He lit the wick, closed the gauze safety cover and slid the heater under sump of the MG. “She’ll be fine all night” he said.

As we left the workshop I asked him where the airman who guided me in had gone, “What airman?” he replied. I told him about the new friend I had met on the road. “Well,” he said, “first of all he’s not a yank, he is a Canadian and his name is Gary. Let’s get back to the kitchen”. Once inside the kitchen my helper said to his partner who was preparing a meal for me on the stove, “He’s seen Gary.” The cook seemed startled and said “Give the young feller a scotch”.

I can’t recall what was on my plate, it must have been delicious but I was shaken by the story they told me. It seemed the base was home to Lancaster bombers during the war. In 1943 or 44, I can’t remember which, Gary Miller was a Lancaster pilot. What I do remember was his age, he was just twenty-three, not a lot older than me. Returning late to the base from a raid over Germany, their plane was running low on fuel and badly shot up. Approaching where Gary and his navigator figured the runway should be, when the runway lights came on the damaged instruments had them off course and the engines were misfiring from lack of fuel. Gary stayed at his post and ordered his crew to bail out. They obeyed and watched the stricken Lancaster lose height and crash off the runway. Gary died in the cockpit.

My two companions said they were posted to the base only recently, and although they were told of the ghost of the young pilot they had never seen it. The pair were to mothball the base which had been closed a year ago, with the help of local labour. It was a while before I fell asleep that night.

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I awoke to a bright sunny morning, the sleet was melting and dripping off the window frames. After breakfast we got out the Ordnance Survey maps and my hosts showed how to get back onto the Skelpton road.

My uncle and Aunt’s home was the usual happy, riotous place I had come to know. After the youngsters were put to bed the three of us sat in the cozy kitchen and I told them about my encounter with Gary. My uncle said “Aye lad, there’s bin all kind of ghosts on t’moors, there’s bin wars fought since before the Romans come”.

With my trusty little MG I often drove the narrow roads and at least once a year I would go to the outcrop about a hundred feet from the runway. The locals never disturbed the remains of the wreckage, however they did erect a cairn to Gary Miller’s memory. On one of my visits to the site I ran into the farmer who grazed his sheep there. He said, “I see thee up here once int’ while, thee might like to know there’s a pub in Skipton on Swale were forces lads liked to go. Inside there’s a glass mirror ont’ wall. Along with other forces lad’s names scratched ont’ mirror thee’ll find Gary’s”.

I found the pub, still there, and I was looking for the mirror. A young barman said, pointing, “If you are looking for the mirror, it’s around the corner.” I looked at all the names and there it was “Gary Miller”. Returning to the bar the barman presented me with a fresh pulled pint. I reached for my money, but an older man behind the bar said. “Nay, man, it’s on the house for them that remember.”

The Last Word: This story is fiction, but if you ever get to Skipton on Swale, there is a pub with servicemen’s names scratched on a mirror. And as far as I know, if someone is moved by it, the publican still pulls a free pint for them!

Joe Carroll, Canadian Classic MG Club

Credits: Special thanks to Jennifer Orum for working with our member Dan Shockey for permission to print this wonderful story.

Jennifer Orum, Senior Editor, ‘Classical Gas’.

Canadian Classic MG Club; Canadian XK Jaguar Register.

 

On The Marque – San Diego Magazine 2016

OTM 5703 (May_Jun 2016) (1)

MG Car Club Houston

Following on from the success of the All Register Meet in Louisville in June 2016, we are pleased to announce that the MG Club of Houston has re Affiliated with the MG Car Club in the UK. We wish to welcome them back to the Worldwide Marque of Friendship, and wish them well under their President Gordon D Smith.

South American clubs

This microsite covers our Affiliated Centres in North America and Canada.

The Affiliated Clubs in South America (Argentina) is found in the Rest of the World (ROW) microsite.

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Welcome to the MG Car Club’s North American Microsite

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