11 Aug

Book Review: Setright’s Morgan

Setright Long Lane

The great LJK Setright is no longer with us, but he left a legacy of the finest motoring writing. In his unfinished autobiography, soon to be published, he recalls the three-wheeler he drove during his National Service:

RAF Sopley was, as I have noted, deep in the countryside. Thus there were occasions – not many, for I enjoyed being in the service – when I needed transport to take me elsewhere.

In due course I found what every young man should experience early in his motoring career; a Morgan three-wheeler. It was the Aero model, dating from 1926, with two-speed transmission involving chains for the final drive, one on each flank of the rear wheel.

The engine was a V-twin JAP, albeit only the soft-tuned water-cooled side-valve job rather than the hot overhead-valve versions sometimes fitted. The body had been modified (sensibly, but not prettily) around the tail by the previous owner, who had also had the wit to scrap the hand-lever throttle control clamped to the steering wheel spoke and substitute an accelerator pedal such as is familiar in cars.

More to the point, much of the machinery was worn out, but since I had only paid £57 10s 0d for the thing I could not really complain…

What had suffered worst was the carburettor, a handsome old brass Brown & Barlow instrument whose needle and surrounding jet had been so abraded by the passing of time and of each other that the delivery of mixture to the engine was decidedly imprecise. There was also dermatitis in the magneto, which made starting doubly problematic…

In due course a new Amal carburettor (with which petrol consumption improved by 85%) and a magneto rebuild cured these troubles, and that little Moggie gave me enormous satisfaction.

It was very strictly an open two-seater, almost a one-and-a-half-seater in the style of those racing cars which had been its contemporaries: the seats were staggered, the passenger’s being slightly further back than the driver’s. This reduced frontal area put the driver nearer the centre-line of the car, the better to see and to steer. The passenger could also put his right arm behind the driver’s shoulder to free more space and, if he could find something to grip, help him to stay in place when cornering, which the low and light Morgan did rather well.

Too well for its own good, perhaps. The front wheel hubs were more like those of a perambulator, or perhaps of a bicycle, than those of a car: with inadequate lateral bracing from the spokes they flexed inordinately, adding their own slip angle to that of the tyres so that the three-wheeler was unexpectedly a natural understeerer.

After a couple of weeks of blissful three-wheel drifts along cursive lanes, spokes began to break. On one afternoon of strong sun, during which the Morgan was parked on a steeply cambered road, several spokes broke in one of the front wheels. On another occasion, as I took a 90-degree left hander in the grounds of RAF Stanmore flat-out in the 36mph bottom gear, the offside wheel simply collapsed, and the Moggie finally grounded itself to a halt on the grass just a few feet from the building which, I learned, housed the RAF Theatrical Wardrobe. I still wonder why the service should need such a thing.

There is something so intrinsically right about a tricycle properly planned – the most vital criterion being that the centre of mass should be as low as feasible. That was certainly true of the low-slung Moggie: when I first took my brother out for a drive he shook his pipe out over the side prior to recharging it with tobacco, felt a slight jar and brought his hand back holding merely the stem, for the bowl had hit the road and shattered!

The Morgan was not to be criticised for this, but rather the design of tobacco pipes. The low-slung design of the vehicle did more than merely make it stable; it enhanced the balance, because the tricycle has its rear roll centre more or less inevitably at road level beneath the rear tyre…

All this prompted a good deal of confidence in driving, so that I could relax on almost any journey and enjoy the physical sensations to which a low, open, lightweight vehicle brings one so close. The surprisingly gentle pobble of the engine out in the open air ahead of the radiator was a steady reassurance; the smell of hot oil weeping from the valve guides, of fresh oil and petrol from the ventilated filler-caps ahead of me on top of the bonnet, were somehow confirmatory that all was working as it should, and were a mere scent carried away by the headwind, not a stink stuck in the cockpit.

In the long dips and swells of the A30’s gradients on a deep winter’s night I could sense in my face the changes in air temperature and calculate whether the road surface was likely to be icy or dry; the rest of me warmed by the air which blew in through the radiator and, heated there, continued into the cockpit to take the chill off the nether Setright. Motoring in open cars really does have a charm all its own, if one is not going too fast.

11 Aug

Book Review: Making a Morgan: 17 Days of Craftsmanship: Step-by-Step from Specification Sheet to Finished Car

An inside look at the making of an automotive icon from specification sheet to finished car. https://thenewswheel.com/

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The Morgan Motor Company is a David among an industry of Goliaths. England’s last independent, privately-owned automaker has been resistant to the changing production methods and neutered styles of the modern automotive industry–despite being advised to “get with the times.”

This high-end automaker has established a consistent identity for nearly a century as a producer of new, vintage cars that are built by people, not machines. Its lineup of unique, highly-customizable models includes the 3 Wheeler, 4/4, Plus 4, Roadster, Plus 8, and AERO8.

To immortalize the spirit of the Morgan, a husband-and-wife duo have witnessed and chronicled the production of a Morgan Plus 4 at the company’s Malvern factory. Making a Morgan: 17 Days of Craftsmanship captures the inner secrets of Morgan production, from the chassis to the suspension to the English ash wooden frame. It’s a testament not just to the Morgan car but to those who invest their time, skill, and livelihood into its heritage.

Synopsis
Making a Morgan is divided into two sections: “The Morgan Story” and “Making a Morgan.”

The first portion, 50 pages titled “The Morgan Story,” chronicles the company’s formation and early years, even back to the Morgan family’s beginnings in 1534. This detailed history is filled with familial anecdotes, rare insights, and Morgan family photos. But, it’s not just a genealogy; readers will quickly notice the principles of the company throughout its history–the belief that making a product is about love, not money.

The second half, “Making a Morgan,” plays out like a journal or narrated television documentary. The authors spend 17 work days (May 4-26, 2015) witnessing the construction of a Morgan Plus 4 by the hands of lifelong master craftsmen. From the first order to heading for dealership delivery, the journey of a car within this secretive factory is narrated and photographed in a way you can envision as you read. Profiles on craftsmen are included, whose work is tied to the brand’s family-run legacy.

A quote from the prologue sums the book up nicely: “Whether or not the reader possesses a Morgan, or if, after reading this book, you might consider purchasing one, or if you would simply like to be present at the creation of one of these fascinating automobiles—we invite you, via this book, to experience a unique and exceedingly vibrant piece of automotive history.”

Product Quality
The front of Making a Morgan is simply gorgeous. The choice and placement of the finished Morgan on the cover is eye-catching and contrasts perfectly to its visually textured background. The book’s cover is very sensitive to changes in temperature and humidity, though, so it behooves the reader to take extra care so it doesn’t warp like our copy began to.

Inside, the book contains 160 sturdy pages with around 380 crisp images showing details of the car’s creation. Sections are divided into short six-page entries, with each page containing 33% text and 67% photographs. The text is spread out into 2-to-3-sentence paragraphs that are easy to skim and don’t look congested (like most coffee table books). The sentences are short, conveying the intent and important ideas in a casual tone.

The pictures even contain captions that reiterate what’s going on in them, for those of us who don’t know much about manufacturing.

Overall Review
From my perspective, this is probably the best testament to the Morgan you can find in book form. It provides both a large context to the company and a chronicle of the minute details of the cars. Together, those aspects capture the spirit of what makes Morgans special. You can sense the respectful attitude in the tone, a perspective that is imparted to the reader rather than forced on.

Making a Morgan is written by observant, thoughtful authors who deftly make the subject matter comprehensible to the reader. Seeing hand-built production of the classically-styled Morgan documented in such detail is humbling. We can all learn from it–driving isn’t just about selling cars to make money; it’s about the joy of driving. That’s what makes the Morgan–and this book–a work of art.

The price of the book is high for anyone unfamiliar with the brand, but it’s a must-have for Morgan fans (who should have pre-ordered their copies by now). Still, even if a naive reader like me who didn’t know anything about the Morgan Company can appreciate this testament to the brand, surely anyone can.

Making a Morgan: 17 Days of Craftsmanship:
Step-by-Step from Specification Sheet to Finished Car
Written and Photographed by Andreas Hensing & Dagmar Hensing
Product Details: Hardcover, 160 pages, 11.5 x 9.8 inches
Price: $75.00 / £40.00 (plus applicable postage fees)
Publication Date: October 2015
ISBN: 978-1-845848-73-6

09 Aug

Mother Courage Awardees

  • 2023    Patricia and Ken Kreuzer 
  • 2022    Richard and Janet Ihns
  • 2021    Chuck and Karen Bernath
  • 2020    No Award – COVID
  • 2019    Gary and Judy Heck
  • 2018    Dr. Richard Fohl
  • 2017    Jim and Colette Clark
  • 2016    Pat and Judy Buckley
  • 2015    Mae Councill
  • 2014    Dwight and Jackie Kinzer
  • 2013    Bev and Carlton Shriver
  • 2012    Joe and Cynthia Speetjens
  • 2011    Stacey Schepens
  • 2010    Andy and Anne Leo
  • 2009    Fred and Gay Hollinger
  • 2008    Sam and Rick Frazee
  • 2007    Lee and Trisha Gaskins
  • 2006    Glenn and Dorothy Moore
  • 2005    Graeme, Jenny, Emma and Robyn Addie
  • 2004    Mark and Andrea Braunstein
  • 2003    Dave and Sarah Chiles
  • 2002    Gene and Betsy McOmber
  • 2001    Dave and Marilyn Bondon
  • 2000    Charlie and Caroline King
  • 1999    Lance and Connie Lipscomb
  • 1998    Randy and Dale Johnson
26 May

Spring Meet 2016 – Summerville South Carolina (15 – 17 Apr, 2016)

About two years ago a couple of Morgan owners decided that the North East that they used to call home had become an intolerable place to reside anymore (in reality it was the witness protection program moving them again) and they decided to search for a place in the South to live.

It is rumored that the only law enforcement region that would accept them turned out to be Summerville South Carolina which is why Pat and Ken Kreuzer now live in a beautiful development called “The Ponds” in Summerville, just outside of Charleston SC.

Now after being resident for a couple of years, and members of MOGSouth, their consciences (named Mark and Randy perhaps?) started to bother them and Pat advised Ken that they would hold the 2016 Spring Dust-off gathering.

The Gathering was called for the weekend of April 15th and 16th with the faithful generally arriving on the afternoon of the 14th at the host hotel where the usual hospitality room was ready for the weary travelers with alcoholic beverages and snacks to tide them over until dinner time. Friday dinner was a self arranged affair with Pat having provided a list of restaurants that had agreed to offer this noble group a 10% discount.

The scribe joined our hosts and John Bigler at Five Loaves Café, where we had an excellent meal, afterwards heading to the host hotel for a quick drink with a few folks staying at the hotel. Then it was to bed for some of us, whilst someone stayed up preparing for the morning festivities.

Saturday dawned bright and clear with a slight nip in the air, the day would, however soon warm up beautifully. Pat had arranged for the Club House in their development, which is the original farm house that has been beautifully restored, to be available to MOGSouth. As the cars arrived they were stopped in front of the Farm House to have a photograph taken, then were most expertly parked under the live oak trees beside the Farm house whilst everyone enjoyed coffee and Pat’s homemade cinnamon buns.

At noon arrangements had been made for a police escort to take us over to Magnolia Plantation, the Morgans were lined up with a cruiser at front and one at rear and off we went. No stopping at junctions or traffic lights for us, 15 Morgans line astern sailed along some of the most typical southern roads you can imagine with huge old oaks and hanging Spanish moss.

The drive took around 30 minutes, at the plantation it was no ordinary parking lot for Morgans, oh no we were parked side by side on the edge of the grass meadow right in front of the main house where all the other visitors could see us and take photographs by the hundred.

Boxed lunches were available for all and then we separated into two groups and in turn had guided tours of the house and the old rice paddy. It was fascinating to hear how they farmed rice and drew fresh water for the paddies from a brackish water river. Magnolia plantation folks made us all so welcome even arranging the loading of the nature cruise boat so we could get Glenn Moore on board with his wheel chair.

After the tours everyone was on their own until 6.30pm when we all gathered back at the Farm house for early evening drinks and delightful conversation. Later we were all called to order for dinner consisting of Pulled Pork, Barbeque chicken, Mac and Cheese, BBQ beans, Rice and hash (and if you do not know what hash is don’t ask just enjoy it!) with two or three homemade salads. All this was followed up with homemade desserts of various types and fresh fruit. If anyone left hungry then it really was their own fault.

All the photographs taken in the morning had been printed and were in frames ready for their owners to collect. I should also mention that the welcome bag contained some really good “swag” Pat had been out twisting arms really effectively.

As the stomachs were filled the four young children present, Graeme Addie’s grand children and two children from the neighborhood whose parents helped with the arrangements, drew names for 4 prizes donated by sponsors. The highlight had to be when Little Graeme drew grandpa’s name! Winners were Perry Nuhn won a new T shirt, Graeme Addie won a cleaning package as sir Robin Bycroft and Brian Miller won the grand prize of a bucket of cleaning items, which was very appropriate as he was the only person seen cleaning his car in the morning.

Finally Jim and Colette Clark presented Pat and Ken (mainly Pat) with a beautiful plate, artwork note cards, made by Colette, as thanks for all their efforts to put together an absolutely fantastic event. Jim and Collette also presented Gary and Judy Heck with a plate and cards for the Christmas event. I have it on good notice that this will be the gift to anyone who hosts a major event so get your names in line for 2016 Christmas party organization.

The event was enjoyed by the following members: Gary and Judy Heck, Chuck and Karen Bernath, Robin and Christine Bycroft, Graeme Addie and Emma Slater with Little G and Addie Slater, Charles Harris and Louise Larango, Egils Dunens and Rosalie Barnes, Dwight Kinzer, Lee and Trisha Gaskin, Dorothy and Glenn Moore, Perry and Ritamarie Nuhn, John Bigler, Jim and Colette Clark, Davis and Sarah Chiles, Thomas and Kathy Coryn, Charlie and Caroline King, Brian and Rosie Miller, Peter Ballard, Bob and Nancy Ullerich, Pat and Judy Buckley and last but by no means least Lance and Connie Lipscomb.

Finally a couple of drivers were rather naughty during the time between Magnolia Plantation and cocktail hour, and it was not an escort this time!

16 May

Morgan Back in the USA

For the first time since 2005, Morgan will be able to import a traditional bodied Morgan back into the USA. These will likely be the +4 and V6 Roadster models. The latter will be offered either as a 2 seater or a 4 seater. Yes, you will now be able to get a new Morgan 4 seater!

Last December, the Congress passed the Transportation Bill which included a segment for “replica vehicles”. Any vehicle not produced within the last 25 years along with an EPA certified engine will now be allowed to be registered as a “replica vehicle”. They are exempt from the standard safety regulations (airbags, side impact crash test, 50mph rear crash test, etc) which kept Morgan out of the US market for the last decade.

The EPA has yet to set their specific regulations (they had 12 months to do so once the law was signed) and once that is done, Morgan can then develop their engine management system to comply with those regulations.

We expect to be able to accept orders and deposits beginning this summer, however it would be a good idea to get on our wait list! You can do that either by e-mail, phone or registering on our website right from the home page.

Any questions? Please feel free to give us a call! Best to Everyone!

Linda & Larry Eckler Morgan Motors of New England 518-329-3877

13 Mar

Amelia Island Concours d’Elegance (11 – 13, Mar 2016)

The weather looked iffy.  Rain was forecast but it was still warm (75° F).  I don’t remember ever having rain at Amelia Island during the Concours d’Elegance weekend.   Rain would certainly make it all a challenge.  The logisitics were already complex.   The 1934 MX4 Super Sports was ready however.

I have shown Morgans at Concours events before, and there is always a bit of preparation and cleaning necessary to preclude embarrassment.  But, this little car was insatiable.   I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned again.  I was battling against nature, I suppose.  Clean and grease free is directly opposite of its normal state.  It seemed to fight me all the way.  I did the best I could . . . and then gave up.

We had to get the car to Amelia Island and drop the trailer at the designated spot at the local airport.  ‘Drive the car . . . you say?’  There is no way to get there, some 200 miles, without the interstate and high speed roads.  That, and the fact that I don’t really fit the car all that well.   Driving would be shear madness.  The trailer was the only way.

I would have to park the trailer at the airport but then drive the car over to the show field.  Not too far, but I wanted a reassuring blanket, so I conned Rick Frazee into making the drive with me.   I wiggled in, and got behind the wheel.  Well, the wheel and I pretty much morphed together and we were sort of ‘one.’   Rick got in, reluctantly, wondering if I had broken anything with my unnatural gyrations getting into the car.  These cars were made for another era, with drivers that were somewhat less fat stout.

We decided to put the car on the show field Saturday, the day before the big show.  This would at least eliminate the need to for histrionics at 5AM.   Still no rain overnight.   However, when we arrived on Sunday . . . ‘the approaching rain’ was all we heard.  The organizers reacted appropriately, or so they thought, and sped up the judging and award processes to get folks off the field and into shelters before the deluge.  It worked well for them I guess but we had barely removed the car cover before we were judged.  Not that it was a problem for me.  The judging of my car was only a formality with the likes of the other cars to my right and to my left.  (Recently restored SS, and an exquisitely jeweled 1935 MG PB Airline Coupe.)

The little Morgan did however attract a tremendous amount of attention and was the subject of countless photographs.  When the awards were completed the gates were open signaling the time to leave.  So we packed up, best we could.  The impossible hood was dropped, the petcocks were adjusted, the steering wheel levers were aligned just right, and the starter button was pushed.  Without fanfare the car started right up, somewhat to my amazement.  I performed the required acrobatics, again, and Rick joined me in the ‘spacious’ cockpit for the drive back to the trailer.  A lot more photos and videos were taken while we were on route, and the V-twin’s raucous sound turned many heads.   We suffered through a bit of traffic, so I watched the temp gage intently, as everyone was in a hurry to get off the field and their cars into shelters.   We soon arrived back at the airport, with minimal drama, and into the trailer it went.   The ladies soon appeared in the tin top and off we went for a cold beer.  I was no longer on parade . . .

Another great Morgan weekend . . . flying the flag and enjoying the smiles . . .

Cheers, Mark