• The Maestro guy's tail of woe hits right in the feels

    Imagine being me. My dad bought a new Maestro Clubman in 89/90. I desperately tried to convince him to get something else, but he wanted to buy British. So I begged to at least get the LX with electric front windows, but no.

    He at least got silver rather than the gold metallic of his previous Maestro.

  • That’s exactly what I’m doing right now. Lufguss is my therapist.

    Weirdly childhood nostalgia means I quite fancy an MG Maestro Turbo. It looked so much hawter than the basic ones in dad’s glossy brochure. See also the Raleigh Dune Dancer when I was restricted to an Amazon.

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