![Driving the MG 1300 Classic & Sports Car – Guilty pleasures: MG 1100/1300](/sites/default/files/styles/article/public/2020-10/Classic%20%26%20Sports%20Car%20%E2%80%93%20Guilty%20pleasure%20%E2%80%93%20MG1100%20and%20MG%201300%20%E2%80%93%2005.png?itok=qFBaA_iG)
One of my early recollections, aged about five or six, is of my dad coming home from a car auction with a shiny, two-tone black-and-cream MG 1100 saloon, probably bought for my mother, although she had not yet passed her driving test in those days.
The MG was not around for long: when, the next day, I asked where it had gone, Dad mumbled something about it being 'rusty underneath' and it was never mentioned again.
Reel forward a dozen or more years and my pal Adam proudly appeared outside our house in his first car: a pale-blue, two-door MG 1300 which, like most of his early transport, had been rescued from a local scrapyard his dad, George, was friendly with, having been brought in as an MoT failure.
It was faded but tidy enough and I vaguely approved of it although, as usual, I had my mind focused on hopeless rusty BMWs and Lancias, and had yet to capture my first working road car, an S-type Jag.
![MG 1300 rear view Classic & Sports Car – Guilty pleasures: MG 1100/1300](/sites/default/files/2020-10/Classic%20%26%20Sports%20Car%20%E2%80%93%20Guilty%20pleasure%20%E2%80%93%20MG1100%20and%20MG%201300%20%E2%80%93%2002.png)
However, the point was that one of us had an actual vehicle that worked.