Major 2,
Mine was a basket case only a teenager would love .. wind wings, a top that took ten minutes (and an engineering degree) to assemble the first time ... and a 57 MGA was one of the last Morris Garage (for that is indeed what MG stands for) that came with a hole in the front bumper.
The hole was for when both of the 6 Volt VW-style batteries were dead (which was often). One simply went to the boot (trunk to us Americans), pulled out the crank and turned the motor over a couple of times until it fired. I understand the MGBs were somewhat more reliable and that they did away with the crank ... good publicity but a bad idea ....
Then there were the wooden floorboards ... I removed them and replaced them .... but in the meantime, I just sat the old pieces back in while I waited for very special whitworth (decimal of an inch screws) that were only used on one French Aircraft (?) to be ordered and delivered.
I remember pasing six cylinder Mustangs and Buidks and Oldsmobiles , wondering just where they were burning fields ...but it was only when I looked between my legs that I found what was on fire ... the FLOORBOARD BETWEEN MY LEGS!
It seems that when I rebuilt the engine , the exhaust pipe had bent slightly , and the closer proximity had set the floorboard on fire .... LOL.
But the adventure does not stop there. I pulled off the hiway into a filling station with an old attendant known to be extremely slow and arthritic ... anyway, I knew there was water at the pumps, and pulled up to the pumps, grabbed a hose and extinguished the fire ... it only took a second or so.... but there was the attendant, about a hundred yards away, cursing me with a gusto that would make a gunney blush, letting me know in no uncertain terms my ignorance (and the ignorance of my forefathers for ever begetting such a line) ... that any fool with a lick of sense would never park a burning car next to a gas pump ...probably ... but hey, I was 17 and this was a '57 MGA ...