That Jaguar is a very beautiful car of which I've only seen in photos. The Jensen GT is quite interesting, and this is the first time I've seen one. #boston
Wow, a left hand drive Jensen GT? How many of these were actually sold in the US? After all, Jensen was already gasping its final breaths when the GT was introduced, and under 500 GTs were ever made. I'll bet the fact that it's based on the near-disastrous Jensen-Healey didn't exactly draw customers either.
The dowager-empress Mark IX was an impressive beast, but it was very outdated by 1958. I'd rather have a Mark X or 420G. #boston
@Van Sarockin, rogue trebuchet: Only on the streets of Back Bay and South Boston, seems to be where the British steel like to hang out. All the cherry Italians hide in the garages. #boston
@Dr. H. F. Danger: I see some new high buck Italians at the Ritz Millenium. But they don't stay exposed long. Probably worried about being taken down by roving packs of feral cabs.
Also saw a new Bentley on the street in the Leather District - with a Chrysler 300 side by side.
Guess I need to limber up my camera. I could be a stalkerazzi, and demand that the glitterati stop blocking my shot of their cars. #boston
Ah, the charm of British sports cars. Too bad they lost the thread in the 1970s. The Jensen-Healey was supposed to herald the revival of the genre but instead was trumped by the Datsun Z-240.
Sure, the Jensen-Healey's bumpers looked like battering rams, but the bigger problem was that the overall design suffered from British malaise. The iconic beauty of the Austin-Healey could not be summoned from the dead by a design team that may as well have consisted of postal service bureaucrats puttering in a garage on weekends. The Jensen-Healey had little soul and even less stylistic sophistication. Given the legacy of the Austin-Healey, that was an unforgivable sin. The Z may have been merely a good design, but it ate the Jensen-Healey for breakfast. Snap, crackle, pop.
Let's compare. Whereas the Z sported a lovely tapered front with shades of the Jaguar XK-E, the Jensen-Healey settled for a refrigerator-flat facia with headlight cutouts from a Hasbro toy. Or compare the Z's lovely sculpted hood budge to the Jensen-Healey's dump truck-like protrusion. The Z's back was its weakest design element, but it had much better detailing than the Jensen-Healey's chopped-off pig's butt. Most importantly - and tragically - the Jensen-Healey's profile had the hips of a nun compared to the Z, let alone the pornographic curves of the senior Austin-Healeys of yore.
How could the Japanese do a better British sports car than the British? Chalk it up to industrial disease.
That Jensen is amazingly clean and straight, much less for being on the street and a daily driver. I have a feeling that there's generally a garage involved in this equation. I'm glad this is the fellow that got the one exceptional car that proves the Lucas rule.
Thanks for the fix Murilee. It's been a rough week, what with the shakes and chills, the gradual recovery of appetite and sanity. This is so much better.
11/17/09
The Jag? Hell, it's a classic - and classy - Jag. That's all that needs to be said to explain it. But the GT, hell. #boston
11/16/09
That MkIX is a lovely car. It boggles the mind that the likes of Raymond Baxter rallied them. #boston
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"good lord!" #boston
11/15/09
"Dismissed." #boston
11/15/09
The dowager-empress Mark IX was an impressive beast, but it was very outdated by 1958. I'd rather have a Mark X or 420G. #boston
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Jag's by the old John Hancock building, so that figures. #boston
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Also saw a new Bentley on the street in the Leather District - with a Chrysler 300 side by side.
Guess I need to limber up my camera. I could be a stalkerazzi, and demand that the glitterati stop blocking my shot of their cars. #boston
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I still do NOT like that there is no weekday DOTS.
03/07/09
Sure, the Jensen-Healey's bumpers looked like battering rams, but the bigger problem was that the overall design suffered from British malaise. The iconic beauty of the Austin-Healey could not be summoned from the dead by a design team that may as well have consisted of postal service bureaucrats puttering in a garage on weekends. The Jensen-Healey had little soul and even less stylistic sophistication. Given the legacy of the Austin-Healey, that was an unforgivable sin. The Z may have been merely a good design, but it ate the Jensen-Healey for breakfast. Snap, crackle, pop.
Let's compare. Whereas the Z sported a lovely tapered front with shades of the Jaguar XK-E, the Jensen-Healey settled for a refrigerator-flat facia with headlight cutouts from a Hasbro toy. Or compare the Z's lovely sculpted hood budge to the Jensen-Healey's dump truck-like protrusion. The Z's back was its weakest design element, but it had much better detailing than the Jensen-Healey's chopped-off pig's butt. Most importantly - and tragically - the Jensen-Healey's profile had the hips of a nun compared to the Z, let alone the pornographic curves of the senior Austin-Healeys of yore.
How could the Japanese do a better British sports car than the British? Chalk it up to industrial disease.
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03/07/09
Happy the man who has enjoyed that treat for twenty years.
03/07/09
03/07/09
Thanks for the fix Murilee. It's been a rough week, what with the shakes and chills, the gradual recovery of appetite and sanity. This is so much better.
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