First off...Beautiful MGB. I had an MGC=GT which I later put an Oldsmobile Turbo-charged V8 in which gave it much better power and lightened the front end a bit for better handling. In those days, I was always swapping in engines(V8's & V6's) into Healey's, Bug Eyes, Volvo's, Peugeot's, and Older American cars. What attracted me to your post was surviving a roll-over in a British roadster as my father wasn't so lucky. In the summer of 1957 he bought a 1957 a red TR3 with his brother, the first one to hit the NW USA. They picked it up in Seattle and drove it home the next day. They had breakfast and went into town to show friends. On they way back they took a twisty road we hardly ever used to go back and forth to town. In a series of hard right to left to right to left into a downhill sweeper my uncle lost control, The car hit the ditch and rolled up to the road cut and then across the road rolling several more times. My uncle was thrown out immediately and suffered cuts and bruises. Dad got hooked onto the windshield and the care rolled over him several times before throwing him out onto a barbwire fence. He died on the way to the hospital which was many miles away. Dad was a big proponent of seat belts having installed them in all his cars after the war.and one time they saved his and mom's life when he rolled his 48' Austin into a very big and deep irrigation canal. The seat belts he insisted on for the TR were in the trunk as they were not factory installed in those days. Many years later, my brother and i were returning home on a rural road through farm country in my Spitfire, after test driving the new 240Z. We came around a fast corner and hit a wet spot from a field sprinkler, the Spit went sideways at about 60+ MPH and luckily I caught it up, something I luckily have done many times since in various cars from sports cars to SUV's. My brother and I, after the Spit incidence, decided to never ride together again in a red sports car cuzz we didn't want have one or both of us die in one and cause more grief to our sainted mother.(she wouldn't let me buy an XK120 when I was in high school). Recently in a new red Corvette, my brother decide to blow the cobwebs out it with a run to the store so off the lift it came. On the way back he decide to show me how fast it was, like I needed to know(?), and the next thing I knew we were going past 160 and into a sweeper. Old fears and history came back. There were a couple of sketchy adjustments mid apex, but we made it. We had forgotten our long ago mutual decision not to ride together in red sports cars, though, Mother was now gone, we realized we had dodged another bullet. When you push the limits, fate rides with you.
Wow, that was an amazing comment, I feel like I've made lite of it now after your loss and your experiences. We love our cars and the way they make us feel, sometimes we get carried away in the thrill of it all bit things can go wrong in an instant. Ive always been a little more controlled since the children came along as it's not just about me now. Sorry for your loss and take care out there.
PS! After many years of sports car ownership, my first being an 59' Alfa Spider Super Veloce to various Brit and Italian sports, and Corvettes, I have been pushing the limits for 30-years now in a red Miata/MX5 that my brother has never had a ride in.
As a 21 year old who drives his 69 gt like a bit of a pillock, what i'm taking away from this is: "im safe, i have got a roof!"... thorougly enjoying your videos, keep them coming.
Thanks for posting this! Its humblng to hear your experience on what looks like an fairly safe corner. In my mid twenties and really enjoy my '67 MGB GT. Ive had the rear step out only once and although I caught it, it certainly wasn't the top gear esq controlled situation I thought it would be. Slammed the inside of the door when I caught it pretty hard too. Hearing about this experience reminds me just how little it takes for a drive to go wrong. And how quickly it happens!
At 75, I’ve had quite a few years to be both stupid and lucky. This includes rolling over a Spitfire and a Mondeo SVT and walking away unscathed. The first was a Mk1 Triumph Spitfire. That one had knackered tires and an inexperienced driver (being 18). I unfortunately entered the corner about 15 mph too fast and proceeded to make the gravest mistake possible in a Spitfire. Down a slight embankment, the car flipped end-over-end onto its flattened windscreen…
First off...Beautiful MGB.
I had an MGC=GT which I later put an Oldsmobile Turbo-charged V8 in which gave it much better power and lightened the front end a bit for better handling. In those days, I was always swapping in engines(V8's & V6's) into Healey's, Bug Eyes, Volvo's, Peugeot's, and Older American cars.
What attracted me to your post was surviving a roll-over in a British roadster as my father wasn't so lucky. In the summer of 1957 he bought a 1957 a red TR3 with his brother, the first one to hit the NW USA. They picked it up in Seattle and drove it home the next day. They had breakfast and went into town to show friends. On they way back they took a twisty road we hardly ever used to go back and forth to town. In a series of hard right to left to right to left into a downhill sweeper my uncle lost control, The car hit the ditch and rolled up to the road cut and then across the road rolling several more times. My uncle was thrown out immediately and suffered cuts and bruises. Dad got hooked onto the windshield and the care rolled over him several times before throwing him out onto a barbwire fence. He died on the way to the hospital which was many miles away. Dad was a big proponent of seat belts having installed them in all his cars after the war.and one time they saved his and mom's life when he rolled his 48' Austin into a very big and deep irrigation canal. The seat belts he insisted on for the TR were in the trunk as they were not factory installed in those days.
Many years later, my brother and i were returning home on a rural road through farm country in my Spitfire, after test driving the new 240Z. We came around a fast corner and hit a wet spot from a field sprinkler, the Spit went sideways at about 60+ MPH and luckily I caught it up, something I luckily have done many times since in various cars from sports cars to SUV's. My brother and I, after the Spit incidence, decided to never ride together again in a red sports car cuzz we didn't want have one or both of us die in one and cause more grief to our sainted mother.(she wouldn't let me buy an XK120 when I was in high school).
Recently in a new red Corvette, my brother decide to blow the cobwebs out it with a run to the store so off the lift it came. On the way back he decide to show me how fast it was, like I needed to know(?), and the next thing I knew we were going past 160 and into a sweeper. Old fears and history came back. There were a couple of sketchy adjustments mid apex, but we made it. We had forgotten our long ago mutual decision not to ride together in red sports cars, though, Mother was now gone, we realized we had dodged another bullet.
When you push the limits, fate rides with you.
Wow, that was an amazing comment, I feel like I've made lite of it now after your loss and your experiences. We love our cars and the way they make us feel, sometimes we get carried away in the thrill of it all bit things can go wrong in an instant. Ive always been a little more controlled since the children came along as it's not just about me now. Sorry for your loss and take care out there.
PS! After many years of sports car ownership, my first being an 59' Alfa Spider Super Veloce to various Brit and Italian sports, and Corvettes, I have been pushing the limits for 30-years now in a red Miata/MX5 that my brother has never had a ride in.
As a 21 year old who drives his 69 gt like a bit of a pillock, what i'm taking away from this is: "im safe, i have got a roof!"... thorougly enjoying your videos, keep them coming.
.... thanks for the comment. Best not to find out how strong it is eh!!👍
Thanks for posting this! Its humblng to hear your experience on what looks like an fairly safe corner. In my mid twenties and really enjoy my '67 MGB GT. Ive had the rear step out only once and although I caught it, it certainly wasn't the top gear esq controlled situation I thought it would be. Slammed the inside of the door when I caught it pretty hard too. Hearing about this experience reminds me just how little it takes for a drive to go wrong. And how quickly it happens!
Hi Jake, thanks for the comments. All we can do is learn from these experiences, and stay safe out there .... but have some fun along the way. 👍
That was a hard lesson. Took some guts to relive that one i bet!
Thanks buddy.... yeah not easy but good to do all the same. 👍
Great video, must have been a scary experience...love the new car.
Thanks for watching!
Interesting video. I think it's lucky you didn't hit that old tree near where your car rolled over
Your right.... I got away with it I know!
At 75, I’ve had quite a few years to be both stupid and lucky. This includes rolling over a Spitfire and a Mondeo SVT and walking away unscathed. The first was a Mk1 Triumph Spitfire. That one had knackered tires and an inexperienced driver (being 18). I unfortunately entered the corner about 15 mph too fast and proceeded to make the gravest mistake possible in a Spitfire. Down a slight embankment, the car flipped end-over-end onto its flattened windscreen…