In late 2012 I bought an Austin Healey Bugeye Sprite in poor condition, rusty and in pieces. Most of its parts were there. Most of my brain cells weren't for then I spent lots of money, time and effort doing a ground up rebuild. In 2017 I finally got to drive it. This is a humorous look at what insanity follows restoring a sixty year old car. The different people you meet, the strange things that happen, the realisation that you have no skill and that this type of tiny car has an ego the size of Jupiter, all build into a blend of the almost unbelievable. If I didn't laugh when I experienced all that took place, my tears of anguish would have seen Noah coming to borrow some tools.
