I owned a 76 MG. Every part that fell off of that car was of the finest British craftsmanship.
Throw in the electrical components from Lucas, Prince of Darkness.
The three positions on a Lucas headlamp switch:
Hey, that's not funny, I have a Jaguar... my parts are much more expensive...
Mom and dad bought a BL Triumph Spitfire in the mid-'70's, and it was a handsome but unloveable blend of tradition and unreliability. The fuel pump went out almost immediately, and was from then on replaced at alarmingly short intervals (by an OEM part of finest British craftsmanship) until one day a Japanese-made pump was installed... that one worked perfectly and was on the car until they
found a sucker sold it. The electrical problems alone made dad and I wonder how in the world the RAF managed to fly anything across the Channel, let alone do it at night.
I will admit that it was most convenient to be able to tilt the hood up and sit on a front tire to work on the engine- a very considerate feature on a vehicle that needed so much work on the engine.
I bought a new MGB in 1977. Fun car for drivng the backroads of Kentucky and W.Va. Between the Vapor locks, incomplete wiring harness (no left rear turn signal) bad stereo, and other defects it was a trade off.
I didn’t have it long enough to totally fall apart as I dozed off diving it one night. The cops woke me up with a tailgate emblazoned with CHEVROLET a few inches from my face.