First,
what is: "MG-dom".
You can't get there via any scheduled airline. It doesn't occupy a
physical piece of Terra Firma (though the Conch
Republic at least has Margaritaville as its capital). You don't usually have a choice in whether or not you're going
though some have
voluntarily entered our realm.
While citizenship in MG-dom
is usually preordained with most of us born members, some of us
do convert to MG-dom
later in life. And, while there are spouses
or family members out there who call it an
affliction, I call citizenship in
MG-dom
a blessing!!
Accept it: YOU
ARE AN MG-O-PHILE!!
Say it out loud:
I AM AN MG-O-PHILE!!
Say it again:
I
AM AN MG-O-PHILE!!
One more time:
I
AM AN MG-O-PHILE!!
Now, doesn't that make you feel better?
And, once you've said it
out loud for the winds to hear, it's easier to completely cross over to our realm. So,
now that you've accepted your fate: how do you
become a full-fledged citizen of this new nether-world you've finally accepted
as your
destiny??
MG-dom
settles over a person in one of 2 ways:
it grows slowly over a period of time from the age of enlightenment; or, in one
nano-second you're smacked in the head with a sports car lusting. Either
way, without
conscious thought you enter. And, whichever way you get here, the transition is
immediate and complete.
You don't do anything. You have no power to
resist. And, citizenship is irrevocable.
Oh, you can pretend you're not blessed; you can drive a Miata and act like a
straight-laced member of society. But, you'll sneak into MG web sites late
at night when everyone else is asleep. Or, you'll nervously read a magazine
about British cars that you've hidden inside something else as
you sit at the coffee bar in Barnes & Noble. Or, you'll watch an MG
drive over the horizon in your rearview mirror while telling your passengers
you're just trying to yank out a pesky nose hair.
And, MG-dom
doesn't have boundaries. You can't run from it. It encompasses the entire globe. It
stretches beyond language, gender, or nationality. Its a way of
life. Your passport is your car. Your citizenship papers are the
boring, arcane MG history books you pore through during every waking minute.
We
don't have a national anthem. The throaty rumble of an MG's well-tuned
exhaust floating out over the hillside surrounding a curvy country lane is the
only music we cherish (though most anything by Jimmy Buffet sounds REAL
nice during a summer evening top down drive).
However, once completely absorbed into our dimension, you'll quickly find you need
a support base. Lucas,
the Prince of Darkness, is waiting to
thwart your every effort to become a productive citizen. And, "normal" people will try to bring you back to their plane of boring
existence. Don't succumb to either. There is hope! And help!
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A group of MG-dom
citizens who are also regular posters on the bulletin board of
Skye Poier's MGB Experience website
have been reaching out to find others with the same inner voice. We help one another with technical problems, track down &
retrieve little abandoned cars, cry on one another's shoulders in bad times
and celebrate the exciting moments of our lives like the restoration or acquisition of another
MG (yes, darling, wedding
anniversaries and birth of children, also. Jeez, women!!!).
As an
off-shoot of that camaraderie, we put together a listing of MG-dom
citizens with our contact information and what cars we own. That
way, as we're traveling across North America, we'll always have a buddy
nearby in the event of a break down or other travel-related emergency or to
learn about activities and sites to visit as we travel around the land.
We're about getting to know one another, admiring our cars and ensuring that the
marque stays around for the next generation to enjoy.
Then, something happened: That listing became popular. And, theList
was borne (or hatched)!! It became so popular, in
fact, that my goal for 2002 was to register members in every state in the US and
every province in Canada. Then, as always, "from the mouth of
babes" came a new direction. A young MG enthusiast in Belgium wrote
me saying, "I'm 19 years old
and...I am quite sure I can say that I'm a MG-o-phile."
Well, with that short e-mail, he shocked me back to the reality of why we love
our little cars: they're irresistible to MG-o-philes the world over. I
went back and reread my definition of MG-dom.:
"And, MG-dom
doesn't have boundaries. You can't run from it. It encompasses the entire globe. It
stretches beyond language, gender, or nationality. Its a way of
life."
How could we limit MG-dom
citizenship to just our
continent? We can't; we're all in this new "middle earth"
together. And, that realization is further proof that
theList
has become an
international MG car club!!!
Why do I say
that?
Well, we visit
one another in our respective homes &
garages, we take trips together, we assist one another with little British car
problems, and we make one another's homes/garages/businesses
"vacation destinations." Heck, we've even gotten friendly enough
that we can kid one another about our cars!!
Now, that's more than just a
list of names & addresses. I don't know how NAMGBR (North American MGB
Register) started; but, I'll bet it was something along these lines. I
think we have the potential for the same sort of organization--over time!
Still,
theList
is only in its infancy.
But, here are some comments we're already receiving:
"I plan to take a copy of your list with me when several of us drive our cars to St. Paul, MN. in July to attend the MG 2001 - An MG Odyssey, All Register Meet.
So, I feel responsible to place my name on the list if I plan to have a copy of the list in my car as I drive across country."
Sincerely, Bob
"I think I will plan my next long MG trip to make sure I'm close to one of
you guys." Sam
"I don't leave home without a copy of the list in my glove compartment."
Phil Needham, Indianapolis, IN
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