MOGSouth is basically a NOT FOR PROFIT organization. Actually, it is a very loose organization without any sort of legality, charter or rules. For some 45 years this has been good for the Club. I am sure at times there would have been some advantages to a more formal existence but then we would have had to live with other constraints we just didn’t like, so . . .
Anyway, even with no mandates and pressures we have taken our duties seriously and we have managed to minimize costs over the last few years. Given this, we now have a small surplus of funds in our banking account. We are not in the business of accruing money, so we thought it best to return it to the membership. We have decided to do this by NOT CHARGING any dues to our membership or advertising fees to our normal supporters for the 2021 Calendar Year.
We don’t stock all that much in the way of regalia, but what we do have is pretty special!
Certainly we have Car Badges (about out 4.5″ across) of the MOGSouth Logo. They were thought to be made by Jim Baker in the UK (but others think not, so . . .) regardless they are lovely and look fabulous on the Morgan! If you don’t already have one, you need one! The car badges have a mounting tab on the bottom with two holes. The car badges are 50$ each, plus 15$ S&H. And, you will need the badge clips to mount them to a badge bar. The clips are sized to match whatever badge bar you have! Make sure you get the right size!
We also have the MOGSouth Logo on a small lapel pin for 5$ each, a small bronze plaque (about 2″ across) at 8$ each or on a cloth patch for 3$ each. The lapel pin is roughly an 1.25″ across and the patch is about the same size as the car badge, i.e. 4.5″ across. S&H is minimal for the small items.
I don’t have the car badge clips (you can get them just about anywhere, e.g. Moss Motors, Morgan Spares, Triple-C, etc.) but if you want any of the other items send an email to email@example.com.
MOGSouth has also engaged Fourth Gear Limited to provide a wide selection of clothing and other items emblazoned with the MOGSouth and GatorMOG Logo embroideries. In addition to the MOGSouth and GatorMOG logos, they have both vintage three and four wheeled Morgan cars (top up or down) embroideries, Morgan Motor Company scrips and wings. They will also put more than one embroidery on just about anything. And, they will change colors if you ask nicely! I’ve had them alter the color of the embroidery to match my three wheeler’s colors!! Just let them know what you want!!
So let you imagination wander!! Go to their website and take a look!
[It occurred to me in the middle of the night that some folks may want MOGSouth Name Badges. If you are new to the club, or simply can’t find yours, we’re here for you!! In case you are wondering, they look like the picture below. They are available for $8.00 plus shipping. I can’t remember what the shipping is, so let’s say $2.00 each. If you want one, simply send an email to MOGSouth@yahoo.com and provide us with what you want the badge to say (Name, nickname, Alter Ego, etc.), put a check in the mail to Mark Braunstein (address on the membership roster) and we’ll get the process started! And, be patient. They will take a bit of time to get created and mailed. FYI, they either come with the little magnetic device that magically attaches to your garment but leaves no holes or the old ‘pin it to your shirt’ style! Let me know if you have a preference. Cheers, Mark]
We tried Facebook but it didn’t work. Too much spam, not enough Morgan! We got everything from racial jokes, political opinions, sexual images, etc., and got nothing we really wanted. It took too much time to keep it civil, so it was shut down.
There were lots of recommendations, some for and some against, and quite a bit of prodding but finally, finally, MOGSouth has joined the ‘social media’ revolution. MOGSouth now has a ‘Facebook’ page. https://www.facebook.com/groups/2717810941772129
Be a friend, request to join the group, do all those other things you do with Facebook. Post photos, videos or just comments about things in your life. Have at it, but please try to keep it focused on MOGSouth and the Morgan community. It really isn’t a place for politics, religion, inappropriate jokes, etc. We have a very diverse club and we certainly don’t want to alienate others.
Now, don’t think this thing is the panacea and cure all for everything that is not perfect about MOGSouth, but it should give us more of a presence among those of us that are a bit more ‘connected’ than others and maybe, just maybe it will attract a few folks of the ‘younger’ persuasion!
Also, at this point in time, I am a Luddite when it comes to functioning within the Facebook application. I don’t have a clue what button to push or icon to energize. Please don’t think bad of me for not responding to a question or a comment. I probably haven’t seen it or else, I simply am incapable of making the thing work as I think it should. Hopefully, this will get better with time. But, you never know!!
Click on the link above for the Spring Meet Hotel and Schedule details. We will be sure to communicate any changes, should that be necessary. The hotel has had a few challenges with the weather so making reservations is best done on-line, instead of calling. (If you call, you may or may not get someone on the phone that really knows about MOGSouth and our meet!)
Other 2020 MOGSouth Events you should have penciled in on your calendar are as follows.
The MOGSouth Fall Meet, 30/31 October – 1 November 2020 (Somewhere in Mississippi, vicinity Jackson, MS – Details will be Published Soon!)
The MCCDC 50th Anniversary of their Morgan Owners Gathering (MOG 50), July 4th Weekend, Luray VA
The MOGSouth Holiday Party, 5 December 2020
The MOGSouth Holiday Party, 5 December 2020 – We Haven’t Identified a Location or a Host for this year’s Holiday Party – Want to Volunteer to Host?? Contact us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
This picture just popped up in the lastest issue of MOG Magazine. This is Chuck Bernath (Jacksonville FL) with Peter Morgan in the back of the Bernath’s Yellow Plus 4, 4 Seater, circa 1972 at a very early MCCDC MOG Meet. Karen Bernath is driving and Peter Morgan’s wife Jane was up front with Karen. Great shot!!
Reprinted with the kind permission of the author and the Morgan Three Wheeler Club. Previously published in the MOGSouth Newsletter (Vol 12, 2015)
The Club Christmas party was
always enjoyable and this year Gary had an extra reason to be there. He stood
in the garage proudly surveying his toys. On the right was his 1931 Aero Super
Sports looking rather dusty and neglected, whilst today the recipient of his
attention was the gleaming new 5 speeder.
Although he had tried to
convince himself that he’d bought it to run alongside his old Aero, he had not
looked at anything else for the last few weeks. He was hoping that the evening
would be fine so that he could tum up in his new pride & joy.
The weather forecast was looking
good so he did not even have to think about it when Barbara asked if he would
mind if she didn’t accompany him. as she would really like to go with her
sisters to the German market in the city. This of course would mean that she
would need the BMW. Gary agreed as it gave him the excuse to arrive in style
rather than a boring saloon car.
Gary made sure his new sheepskin
jacket and leather helmet were squeaky clean as the day approached. The
winter’s morn dawned with a hint of a watery sun coming up over the horizon.
This was enough for him and as soon as he had breakfasted he opened the garage
doors, carefully he removed the dust sheet unceremoniously dumping it in the
Aero, pressing the aircraft type starter switch he eased the new car out onto
Within minutes he was rushing along the road trying hard not to laugh out loud as his pleasure knew no bounds. After ten miles of ‘testing’ he turned for home and as soon as he had reversed into the garage set about wiping the bodywork down and applying a lick of polish Barbara brought him a cup of coffee and smiling, said ‘you’ll wear it out’. Taking the coffee he replied, ‘you have to admit, it’s a bit gorgeous’.
As evening approached, they got
themselves ready for their respective evening trips. Barbara was first to leave,
and Gary had already called his mate, Trevor, asking him to secure a parking
space close to the front door of the pub so that he could show off his new
pride and joy. He opened up the garage and jumped into the new trike. Switching
on and uncovering the fancy starter switch he pressed the button. The engine
spun over and that was it. It didn’t fire up. Trying again he got the same
negative result. He checked the fuel which of course was how he had left it,
almost full, checked plug leads and the multi-plug connections that seemed to
surround the engine, everything seemed fine.
He assumed he had flooded it, so
fetching his plug spanner from under the seat of the old Aero he was upset to
find that it did not fit. By now he was getting rattled but eventually he found
a long socket that just fit enough to remove the plugs. Both looked dry as well
as being the right colour. Putting them back resulted in the spanner slipping
and skinning his knuckles. This left a blood stain on his clean shirt.
The engine still refused to
start and was turning over ever more slowly. As he jumped out he slipped and
hit the floor with his knee, leaving a dirty mark on his trouser leg. At the next
try the battery gave out and there he sat with no way of starting the device
even if he had known what was wrong. Looking at his watch, which, to his
chagrin now boasted a cracked glass, he saw that he was now late. I’ll just
have to go in the BMW he murmured to himself until he remembered where Barbara
He sat for several minutes with
his head in his hands quietly swearing until he spied the old Super Aero
sitting there. For a second he sword that he saw the one headlight wink. He
realized that it must have been a reflection of some sort and dismissed (he
thought, well, he mused, better than nothing.) As he had not even started the
engine for a long time he was full of trepidation as he turned on the petrol,
tickled the carb. Putting the handle in the side he turned it a few turns
before dropping the valve lifter. The big JAP instantly crackled into life and
settled down to a steady tick-over.
As he turned into the car-park, Trev and the others were standing by the vacant space waiting for him. Gary swung the old Aero up the slope and with practiced skill rolled back into the space. Trevor walked up to him and said. ‘What . . . ?’ ’Don’t ask replied Gary, just get me a bloody drink’. As they walked away Trev remarked,
MOGSouth’s GatorMOG chapter help their Fall Noggin in
Daytona Florida this year. We all (well,
mostly all) stayed at the Plaza Hotel and Spa right on the Atlantic Ocean. They gave us a good rate and had a parking garage
for the cars. The weather was atypical
Florida, cold and overcast. So we put
the tops down and bundled up. Sorry
Andrea, we have no heater is this car . . . (Come to think of it, we have no
heaters in any of the Morgans.) Lap blankets,
yeah that’s it!
We were in Daytona to celebrate the Solo finish of George Waltman
in the 1968 Daytona 24 Hour race in a 1964 Morgan Plus 4. The Plus 4 came out a
Police impound lot in NY, and was then driven south and raced by George. He had no pit crew or co drivers. Wow!
To add to our fun, we had commemorative T Shirts (to keep us warm(?) and Racing Roundels, with George’s number 35, for all the cars. We also had a few ‘on track’ pictures of George passing (?) a GT40 and another passing a Corvette (?) taped to the Morgan Car Corral fencing. The wind was a bit much for our easels. We had a few ‘postrace’ pictures as well, one even with Bill France, Sr. Cool stuff!
We had a Morgan Car Corral with 15 Morgans to include a 2019 3.7L Roadster belonging to MOGSouth member John Pokorny. As is the norm when Morgans gather we attract the crowds and all day Saturday I didn’t leave the Car Corral. Too many folks to talk to and too many questions to answer. Also at the track Christopher Sylvestri (Daytona Morgan Dealer, Christopher Johns’ LTD.) had a new car display right in the heart of the Fan Zone and he too was pretty busy. He had a large crowd of potential customers (future MOGSouth members?) milling about his display all day. We sent a good number of interested folks his way.
Tara Waltman, George’s lovely daughter joined us for our celebration and lapped the track in a Morgan, just like her father had some 51 years ago (albeit a bit slower!). We lined up a few minutes before we were supposed to go out, but the race beforehand had an ‘off’ or other incident and the pace car came out and slowed the race for three or four laps. This ate into the time available for parade laps and we only go a single lap. It was great however and Tara Waltman took a video of entire lap. You can view the video at Lap of Daytona Video or go the the Video Category of www.mogsouth.com.
After the lap of the track we reconvened back at the Car Corral and stayed a few more hours. Then it was off to the hotel to freshen up (and thaw out?) for the evening.
After the sun went down, Christopher Sylvestri welcomed the
entire Morgan gang to an open house of his Morgan dealership in Daytona, Christopher
Johns’ LTD. Some beautiful cars were for sale to include a rare 4 Seat Drop
Head Coupe. Oh, I did want to bring that
home but I have no space and there was that look from Andrea . . .
There were many other odds and ends, clothes and hats, etc.,
and I dare say some Holiday stockings will be full of Morgan bits and the like
from Christopher’s dealership. We had great things to eat and drink and only
the call of an oceanside dinner, in a private room, drew us away.
Dinner was delightful and we complimented the restaurant on
their quick service and ability to manage our large and somewhat challenging gaggle. We have done this enough to know that patience
and tolerance are the norm. But, not
this time. We were pleasantly surprised,
they were great.
Unexpectedly our waitress appeared with a fancy dessert, candles
lit and lots of spoons. We celebrated
John Stanley’s birthday with cake and ice cream (Congrats John!!) and then back
to the hotel for the night. Sunday was again
cool and cloudy but a good number of us went back to the track. I personally
wanted to see some the action as I hadn’t left the corral on Saturday. John and Debbie Stanley stopped on the way at
Krispy Kreme for donuts and coffee and soon arrived at the corral with offerings
for us all. Wonderful!!
We were just a few yards away from a small grandstand and I went
there with a few others to watch the racing.
It was a great spot with the racing cars slowing right in front of us
for a hairpin turn, the accelerating off after hard breaking. Breathtaking sounds and sights. And, just off in the distance the cars are racing
up on the high banking. Amazing stuff!
Eventually, we packed up or chairs and the like and left. It was mid-day on Sunday. We all had a decent drive home and wanted to
get on with it. Ian and Barbara Shelmerdine
followed us home, as we traveled the back roads, through rural Florida and fields
of cows, etc.
Another great Morgan outing!
Each one seems to be better than the last. Perhaps is the group of folks that come out
to play? We do have a good time and
folks make a concerted effort to join us. This
time we had folks come down from Virginia, and even within Florida some folks
travelled a good long way, more than 250 miles away!
The Safety Harbor All British Car Show is hosted by the Austin Healy Club of Tampa Bay each year and lately, many of us Morgan types here in Florida, have chosen to participate. The show is held in downtown Safety Harbor which is on the western bank of Tampa Bay in Florida and the weather in October is nice.
There are usually some 200 cars, all British of course, in the show. The Austin Healy Club of Tampa Bay did another wonderful job of the ‘Meet and Greet’ and organizing the show (although it seems like there are some four hundred awards for Austin Healys, go figure?) Like other shows, they have a ‘Meet and Greet,’ lately it has been at a Mexican sort of cantina, in town on Friday night. Here it is within walking distance from the Spa. Tasty food and cold beer. But then some folks just had to find the ice cream shop on the way back! A perfect ending . . .
The show the following day (Saturday) is right there along the Main Street. Gas lights and gazebos. Neat place!
14 Morgans were in the show this year but surprisingly no Aero 8s or new M3Ws?? But, it was close. Tom and Kathy Coryn came to the show in their wonderful Plus 4 4 Seater, opting to the leave their 2005 Aero 8 at home. (The Plus 4 is such a pretty car I can fully understand their dilemma!) We had all the other models; 4/4s, Plus 4 4 Seaters, Plus 4 2 Seaters, Plus 8s, a Vintage Trike, several 3.0L Roadsters, and John Pokorny brought out his recently acquired 3.7 Roadster. Wow!! I personally like the to have examples of old and new, and all the various models. It makes answering questions easier!
But, we did quite well. I can’t begin to count the number of folks that came up to me to thank the Morgans for coming out in large numbers. Well, I didn’t do it! They can’t blame me!!
Again, the town of Safety Harbor was in full support, with their police directing traffic and blocking roads. Parking for the show is along Main Street and the quaint nature of the little town is just wonderful. People everywhere. Decorations for the fall season or Halloween Holiday were on display and smells of fresh baking, or was it cinnamon(?), seemed to attract me no matter which way we walked. The quaint shops were all open and some of the ladies bought things that would challenge even the largest of Morgan trunks (?)
I really do like this show as the Safety Harbor Spa and Resort (where we typically stay) is within a mile of the show field. This convenience translates to a few minutes longer in bed, a shorter trip back should something be forgotten, etc. All good things. As I get older, ‘easier’ is much more appealing!
We ate in several of the local eateries – omelets and pancakes for breakfast with seafood and fish for dinner. Most places wouldn’t take reservations but were still able to accommodate our numbers. Many cafes had their outside patios in full operational, as the town seemed quite crowded. I came to find out later that there were three different weddings in the Safety Harbor Spa and Resort, so lots of additional folks, adding to the car show crowd, were in town to fill the seats.
One thing I found odd this year was the typical trailer parking near the hotel. Normally truck and trailer parking is in the trees in front of the Safety Harbor Spa and Resort and is plentiful and easily accessible. This year, it was all blocked off and I ended up parking my truck and trailer in the valet parking lot. This lot, although convenient (right in front of the hotel), was just a tad small for my rig (and others that were parked there.)
Rumors are that folks, also using the valet lot, found scratches that may have come from the overcrowding.
As far as I know, everyone had a great time! We met some new MOGSouth members and saw some lovely cars. This is the time of year that Florida is wonderful! If it’s getting too cold at home, come south!!
July 15th my wife Sam, our 2 Giant Schnauzers and I (Rick Frazee) started north on our 4 day journey to race our 1959 Morgan 4/4 at this year’s 37th Annual Pittsburg Vintage Grand Prix. Our trusty motor coach, Big Bird, had just come from the shop after having the rear bedroom slide and shower floor rebuilt. The repairs had taken much longer than expected and so we were pinched for time to tidy up and provision the coach. The first 3 days of travel were uneventful but Thursday, in Pittsburgh, became a test of determination to make the race.
At about 10AM Thursday we were ten minutes out from Schenley Park where the race is held; then we missed an exit off of I-376 and headed north to I still don’t know where. Our motor coach GPS usually just reroutes us but in this case it lost its bearings and I lost my trust in it which was probably my second mistake. 45 minutes later I got out my phone GPS and put in the desired location, now the coach GPS knows how wide, long and high we are while the iPhone thinks only of car size vehicles.
We were routed through a nice little neighborhood were the roads got tighter and tighter until we reached a rather steep hill going down to a flat road with a major roadway within sight about 2 blocks away. No choice so we headed down the hill but had to pause at the stop sign, at just that point we heard the grinding sound of the trailer hitch making solid contact with the pavement. We ground to a jarring halt! Tried to drive off but we were not pulling loose. Upon inspection I discovered the bottom of the hitch had dug about 6 inches into the solid asphalt pavement. Back in the coach I engaged the second rear axle, still only a lot of wheel spinning and tire smoke. I began to try to unhook the trailer and disassemble the hitch just as the local police arrived. They were most understanding and began directing traffic while I and a friendly local who stopped to help tried everything we could think of. I finally had to ask the police to call a wrecker. A small rollback arrived first and the operator agreed we’d need the big one!
With the arrival of a semi sized wrecker the police blocked the road. The wrecker crew connected 2 winch cables to the front and quickly pulled us free, the now detached trailer was loaded on the rollback and with police escort we all set off to find an open flat surface to readjust and rejoin the trailer. Our first stop was a large park-n-ride lot which the officer thought would accommodate the work. As soon as I made the turn-in I knew we were in trouble again. I stopped and explained to the officer that we would have a hard time getting the coach out even without the trailer attached. At the back of the lot there was just enough space to turn around to try to head out. He set off to find a better spot leaving me to get out of the lot. 2 attempts later to go the correct, one way, direction out we decided to head out the aisle we came in on.
As we nosed past a pick-up on the right that was out farther than the rest of the row a sharp twang on the left indicated we had made contact with the one way sign that we were headed past going the wrong direction. With a bit of urging from my copilot I tried to back off the sign which then snagged a window instantly turning it into 1000’s of small pieces of glass.
Pulling forward quickly cleared the sign and we headed across the street to a fire station lot to make the re-connection and pay the wrecker bill. After reassembling the hitch and connecting to our trailer we headed south to find the Schenley Park Paddock. Several circuits around Pittsburgh later we did find the proper entrance to the paddock area.
Very weary and now 4 o’clock in the afternoon we found the paddock which was already two thirds full. With a friendly golf cart escort we were directed to the loop end of the paddock where there was barely enough space to accommodate our 75 foot length on an almost level surface. Did I mention that there are 447 bridges in Pittsburgh all crossing each other? Or so it seemed.
Friday, a new day with a required driver’s meeting and walk of the 2.3 mile course. My wife chose to join us which was probably a mistake as our guide was great at telling stories about this corner or that rock wall and who crashed where on the track. It was an intimidating lesson with fresh pavement just done the day before, manhole covers, curbs, rock walls, elevation changes, road crowns, bridges and tar sealing lines that looked like a snake pit in one fast corner. I did not let her look over the side of the bridge.
The afternoon parade into downtown was hot and many of the race cars were steaming by the time we got to the designated section of downtown, thankfully not us. The parade route was lined with waiving locals and a lot of kids. We were parked in the middle of a street 4 race cars abreast and the open space was quickly filled with people asking questions and admiring the race cars. A large jewelry store had agreed to host the cocktail party and there was plenty of food as well as flowing beer and wine. After consuming our share and admiring the jewelry and watches (Sam didn’t find any she had to have) we went back out to the street which was now solid with kids and adults. We let probably 100 kids and a few adults sit in the Morgan race car and answered bunches of questions. What a great evening.
morning opened with practice session for all by class. We were class 6, the last racing group on
the schedule. By the time we got on the
track the sun was high and the heat was 95+ degrees. Humidity was like Florida with the cloud
cover to match. The track was every bit
as challenging as our previous day walk had suggested. The afternoon qualifying was super hot. Our class was all on the line at the
appointed time but spent a bunch of extra time on the false grid while broken
race cars from the previous secession were towed off and corner workers were
resupplied with water. Finally, we got on the track. I had a fun session with an MGA and did
manage to get around an Alfa and a Mini.
Passing was very difficult and while the Alfa dogged me most of the session,
he did not get back around me. I
finished 11th out of 13 entries.
Sunday, race day was gray. The 15 minute morning practice was dry but big dark clouds drifted around the outside of the city. The Formula Ford race, 2 before our group, came limping back with stories of rain-water sheeting down the hills onto the track surface. The intermittent rain had stopped as FF came in and so I suited up and readied the Morgan to go out for the final race of the day. As I got seated and about to strap in the race car the rain came down again. To the relief of my wife I made the decision that I’d had enough and climbed back out of the Morgan.
The rain did stop once again and group 6 did go to the grid. I believe I heard them go off but their results were not posted on Race Monitor. We had just enough time to load the Morgan race car and our pit car, our MOKE, before the rain began again. Rain followed us to our stopping point that evening and again for the next 3 days to our home in Winter Park, Florida making driving our big rig a ton of work. It’s great to be home. The next month or so will be required to fix what we broke on the motor-coach, but the Morgan is almost ready to go again. We saw lots of familiar Put-in-Bay race faces and met lots of new friends.
race will be at Put-in-Bay, Ohio in September
If you’ve never raced at Pittsburgh’s Schenley Park Vintage GP you’re missing the most challenging track I’ve had the pleasure of racing on. 20 different turns on most every kind of surface but dirt.