Reminds me of the late, lamented Coventry West just south of Atlanta. They were suppliers of salvage parts for Jaguars and Land Rovers. Most of it was stored in a former steel warehouse and it was a Jag lovers wonderland. 

“Rogue”?

Are British subjects issued a hi-viz vest at birth?

It’s my experience that a Jaguar V12 has a pretty underwhelming exhaust note.

Tennessee plates it would appear.

An old Roller won’t break your heart. It will rip it out of your chest and stomp on it.

The love child of an AMC Gremlin and Triumph TR7. 

MGB GT by Richard Thompson

Jaguar is an apex predator.

Nick Mason’s 1998 book, “Into the Red”  - the version with the CD (yeah, CD) of soundtracks of the 22 cars featured from his collection. Damned near pornographic.

The National Motor Museum at Beaulieu. It’s been on my automotive bucket list for 25 years.

“You can keep her - we’ll make another one.”

Stories like this make me miss The Consumerist blog.

I miss NP/ND being first up in the AM.

Comic Sans typeface IS a crime.

To screw down my courage and install a new timing belt in my MGF. A job that I’ve never done before...

Almost 80(F) on the Alabama gulf coast. I drove my MGF to work today.

Valteri Bottas is a Finnish driver who has had a lot of Did Not Finish this year.

I discovered late last night that my MGF has no brake lights. Now to find the culprit.

“Fool Self Driving”