
There seems a fair amount of enthusiasm for it, and it now has its own Facebook group. I first heard about it on Facebook, where I am in a number of electric vehicle groups. A Rabbit From the HatĬonsidering its fairly low profile, it was something of a surprise to me to hear that MG was to produce a fully electric vehicle. The MG name exists as a pale shadow of its former glory: there is no MG manufacturing here in the UK, and after the Chinese parent company experienced something of a slump in the Asian markets, it partially closed down its technical innovation center here too. It is now owned by SAIC motors of China, which has introduced one or two MG models back into the UK market.Īlthough MG is considered to be something of a success story, managing to expand its sales base in the UK at a time of recession in the motor industry, it remains a relatively minor player in the UK car market. MG was eventually swallowed up by the monolithic British Motor Corporation, and then later part of Rover, which ended in 2005. The MG name is the initials of Morris Garages, where William Morris (not the Pre-Raphaelite One) was the originator of both MG and the Morris motor company which produced the Morris Minor, as well as the famous Morris Mini-Minor, or “Mini” as we remember it now, another icon of the swinging ’60s. Then I was young and foolish, but now that I am old and foolish, I can look back and blame youthfulness for such follies and maintain a dignified reserve. So that was the swinging ’60s for you getting drunk and falling out of MG sports cars, but all good fun. He survived without injury, and it made a good story to tell afterwards. At some point along the way, the unfortunate owner literally parted company with his car, and we could hear his feet flapping along the road as he attempted to run at 40 mph. This included the owner, who, having overindulged in the local home-brewed cider, handed driving duties to another member of the party, supposedly more fit to drive. On a camping trip on my aunt’s estate in Gloucestershire, returning from the village pub, we managed to fit five people in (or at least on) that two-seater sports car. My brother’s friend was fortunate enough to own one, a bright red MG TF with gleaming chromium radiator and headlamps. When I was young, a long time ago, ownership of an MG sports car was every young man’s dream. The MG name conjures up memories of classic two-seater sports cars from the ’50s and ’60s.
