“You can’t know where you’re going until you know where you’ve been” is the kind of lame, sing-song fortune cookie saying you get from time to time in lieu of an actual fortune. And while on most days, I think it’s merely a hokey way of reminding people that the past is important, when it involves two very special…
How do you write a car review for something like this without resorting to tired, old cliches? I'm not sure you can, but what I am sure about is that this car deserves all of the praise it's been given. If you don't like 911s don't read on.
I saw this car parked at a place called House of Pies. Inside, I scanned around for the owner of this little black beauty. Eventually, I saw a young couple with just that right combination of weather protection and style: hats, flowy period-correct scarf for her, sun screen on him — it had to be them. It was.
Have you been considering the new VW Beetle as a fun second car? Forget it! Buy a wretched, stinky piece of crap instead.
The Jaguar Mark 2 is bad. It's the sort of car that lets people know that its driver is a boss. Its elegant curves and (for its vintage) powerful engine are the reason why it became favored by British criminals as a getaway car during the 1960s.
Some cars are so beautiful that it hits you like a canned ham fired from a cannon. The original Jaguar E-Type is one of those, a car capable of generating spit-takes and the sorts of looks that'll get you kicked out of playgrounds.