09/27/2026
This entrant for the Kyle-Wynn & Associates Legacy Award is a 1968 Austin Healey owned by Jager Smith of Brandon, MS. He writes:
In 1975, I had just gotten home from boarding school, and because I had been out of state, I hadn't been able to get a driver's license. So, I needed a DL and a car. Got the driver's license - next a car. I had fallen for little British car designs, and really wanted a Triumph Spitfire. Spent time at Jackson British Motors looking at their Spitfires (still have the new Spitfire brochure), but my Dad found and bought this green 1968 Austin Healey. It needed a little work to get running, but run it finally did, and I never let it go. I drove the thing everywhere (when it was operating!), and it never stranded me anywhere. But it wouldn't always work, and thank goodness Dad always had a second operable vehicle for me, as apparently, he didn't want to hear any excuses why I didn't get to classes. I became a master of driving with dead batteries (always park on a hill) and banana peel tires, as I didn't seem to have the money for those luxuries. I can't say I treated the Sprite with respect, and by the time I was in college, it had more than a few dents and scrapes.
Later on, I had more spare change, and in 2002, completed a 3-year complete restoration on the Sprite. Everything came off, and everything was carefully painted, powder-coated, POR-15'ed, or replaced. The objective was to go back to stock as best as could be accomplished, with the few changes including leather seat covers, electronic ignition, and an improved cam shaft. Only last year did it get some white wall tires, which I'd never had on it before.
I've taught several people how to drive a stick on it, including my daughter. My grandchildren have always loved a ride in the Awesome Wheelie (not sure which one couldn't pronounce Austin Healey, but the name stuck) - some are now in college. Hard to believe I've been driving this little car for over 50 years. Where did the time go? People have asked me if I would sell it, and my stock response is "come to my funeral; it's not for sale before then!".