In the car-collecting world, we talk a lot about cars with “soul,” “honesty” and “character.” And despite not having seen the SCM Bradley GT kit car in person, I have already seen deeply into its vengeful, dark, deceptive soul.
Paul Dell’Aira was driving the Bradley all around Cincinnati without any trouble. The Bradley looked like it was moving past its problematic — and expensive — history.
So color me surprised when the damn Bradley broke down before Paul had made Read More
I’m on a big Land Rover club expedition through the rugged terrain of eastern Oregon right now, and I keep thinking how lucky we are to share this great world of old cars and their adventures.
Bradley is along on the trip, and he’s seeing some amazing sights — and loving every minute of bouncing around in SCM’s Defender 90.
I hope you’re having a great holiday, and please be very, very careful around any fireworks. Enjoy the day!
It’s a sunny Saturday morning and, from behind the wheel of my 1971 MGB Mk II, the storefronts of Detroit’s M-1 Woodward Avenue peel past my periphery.
With my head cocked back and a big grin on my face, I am fully engaged in the buttery smoothness of the roadster’s boisterous four-cylinder, the enthrallingly tight and click-y gearbox shifter, and copious amounts of wind in my hair.
Although I am reveling in my momentary motoring splendor, such moments are few Read More
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Driving a 1974 Bradley GT kit car from Miami to Monterey was never bound to go smoothly.
Our first driver, Richard Lincoln, picked the car up from an SCMer’s house in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Richard drove the car around town, fixing some little problems in the process.
The car appeared to be sound as Richard set off in the early morning to Charlotte, NC. That all changed really fast.
Richard woke me up 3 a.m. The Bradley wasn’t running.
While Read More
I don’t think I’ll ever get the smell out of gasoline out of my head.
I don’t mean my mind, as in my thoughts or memories (though it’s been seared into those, too). Rather, I mean my cranium, my skull, my head cavities.
That’s because last weekend I took it upon myself to remove the leaky gas tank on my 1971 MGB Mk II – and I went about it in mostly all the wrong ways.
While it’s a small Read More
The crappier the car the better. That seems to be the mantra of some collectors these days.
Instead of trying to restore cars to better-than-new condition, they look for the most original vehicle they can find. The more bedraggled the better. You can even find people who will “un-restore your car” and make it look old and nasty.
Finding original, unrestored cars is becoming more difficult.
However, I came across a perfect “preservation” example a few days ago in Costa Read More