I’m speechless. Really. I can’t imagine that anyone would be this stupid or clueless and I can’t imagine what I’d say or do in the situation.
One of my clearest memories is my dad slapping my hand - pretty hard - for reaching out to touch a 140 or 150 that was on a street corner for sale. The lesson stuck. I told my youngest boy, when we went to his first concours, that if he got within three feet of any of the cars I might have to spank him, in public, on the spot. At 9. That lesson stuck, too, despite his terrible case of monkey-hands. (But he loves cars.)
You should have asked where their car was so you could jump up and down on the roof.
These classic XKE’s are, without a doubt, some of the most beautiful cars ever made. I happend on a local owners club meet a couple of years ago and had trouble tearing myself away. By far, my favourite of the lot is the XKE coupe, 4.2.
Brings back memories…my best friend had one…I drove it. The clutch spring on the thing would make your left leg go to sleep-you had to shift it into neutral at lights. The car got wiped out by a pickup truck (the driver ran a red light). Beautiful, but complex and expensive to keep in repair.
My limited understanding of these cars is that a lot of their problems are wiring/electrical. Is that the case? And if so, when you are going through all the trouble to restore the car like ducati apparently has, isn’t there a remedy for these issues with modern parts/know-how/wiring/whatever?
And yes, you should have shot little Timmy. In the face.
I was talking with a guy at work about the Jag sighting and he said they were never popular around here because there was never a dealer or qualified service here. He thought the closest was in Indianapolis, about two hours away.
She’s hot, and makes up for it many ways. Marriage is compromise.
I’ve been working on these cars since I was 13. My dad, grandfather and both BIL’s are all mechanical marvels, and I learned from them. They were troublesome, and the main reason people traded them in. I simply learned that everything has to be clean, connected, and in fairly good repair to begin with and they will last longer than folks think. New components help, and they’re actually easy to find here in the states. I’ve resisted upgrading fuel pumps and generators and the like in an effort to keep everything original, since most of my cars are museum quality restorations and I show them as often as I can.
The E-Type is one of the all-time classics; I’ll take a series 1 in BRG, if given the choice. However, I was out today and saw something that would give it a run for its money, in looks and exclusivity.
A Bugatti Veyron.
I never figured on actually seeing one of those in person. A guy in a passing BMW Z8 slowed down to gawk at it.
I blame my unnatural love of British cars of that era on the fact that my mom drove a red TR-3 while she was pregnant with me. Led to me using a Lotus as my daily driver for five and a half years. I’m better now. My daily driver is a Triumph motorcycle.
I can’t imagine never seeing an old Jag in the wild. They’re not Lunar Rovers for crying out loud.
One thing about hanging out in Buckhead (Atlanta) every day. You see a lot of nice cars, including 3 Veyrons that I can think of off the top of my head. Maseratis, Ferarris, Bentleys, Lambos, and more. I know of about 4 Audi R-8’s that live or work near me. I do like that car.
This idiot, or one of his pals, keeps parking his Panamera or Quattroporte in my spot. I have them towed weekly.
I know he’s got rapper money, but fuck him. He wants the first spot by the door, he can pay me.
