I guess if I had to have an old Brit car, I'd need a TR4. My buddy had one and used to scare the living shit out of me in it. Of course, he was always drunk. If I could afford one, I'd get an XKE roadster, but they're really going for big bucks now. Besides, I got enough projects.
The operation went well. When I woke up it was my chest that was hurting me, not so much my back. I asked a the op' nurse why that was and she told me that I had been so wrecked on my left side that they had trouble getting me on that weird arched table they use when they cut you open, said they had to lower the left side of the table. Of course, she wanted to know why I was so messed up on my left side. I told her that's the side that gets messed up when I crash, for some reason.