In late October I finished making the required payments to my sister and brother in law for the MG, so it was time to get it off their front lawn. I borrowed my Pops truck and headed off to a rental place in town and rented a 20 foot flatbed trailer; then it was off to my sisters place. I hadn't seen the vehicle in a while so was quite surprised when I pulled up to the house.
The car was in pieces. My brother in law had started taking apart the motor. The manifolds and head were off, the head showed a significant amount of burn and a couple cracks around the exhaust ports. The interior was unsalvagable, the car had spent a considerable amount of time out in the open with the roof down. It wouldn't really have mattered if the roof was up, as the roof had a couple 2 foot splits in it. The rear trunk had a serious wow in it, the result of a heavy luggage rack being installed and only the one sided trunk support to hold it up. The driver side quarter panel had been pushed in, probably by an improperly placed power pole. The paint was dead but the rest of the body was solid, the car had very little rust.
We loaded up the MG onto the flatbed and made sure it was strapped down. It look us longer to load all the extra parts my brother in law had in boxes than to load the car itself. He had purchased a complete (used) 1969 MGB front end that he was intending to install to lower the ride height of the car. 
We got the car safely to my parents place and managed to park it in the bush, somewhat out of the way of regular traffic. I covered the car, probably for the first time in its life. It would be staying there for the winter while I finished school.
After unloading the car my sister made me make a deal on the purchase of the car. If I was ever to sell it, I had to sell it back to her, I could tell she still had an emotional attachment to it.
