From Reader Gloria S. comes this little bit of mischief: “The Alvis was class, so’s this one. ’54 Jaguar XK 120 M, Drop Head Coupe.”
I saw several of these last year over in Britishland, and each one was as beautiful as the other. This one, however (to quote The Englishman) makes parts of me stir that haven’t stirred for a long, long time.
I want a car in British Racing Green!
There was a limited edition Miata in that color long ago. They need to bring it back.
Perhaps my favorite car of all time, split windshield and all. In the early 1960’s I was driving my little Bug Eye Sprite and a guy pulled up next to me in a fixed head XJ120. We pulled over at a Dairy Queen and visited about Brit cars and he offered to let me drive his and that’s the first time I ever drove a car over 120 mph. We were on a black top straight country road and he said open it up and I did, I think we hit 120 before I backed off the accelerator. That was in the old days when having an English sports car, even a little, bitty one made you part of a masochistic club with Lucas jokes and stuff.
While I’m rarely a fan of anything pre-1960, the 120 is a notable exception.
Jagyuwar has created some seriously sensual sheet metal. Has created, as in past tense, long past.
Easily the best XK-120 I’ve seen. So good I have to wonder if it’s not a 140. No matter. For my nickel, the ultimate Cat was the XK-150. Signature grill work more distinctive than any Alfa or BMW. Introductory flash aside, never that keen on E-Types. Now we’ve gone from E-Type to E-Pace. Here’s to a Ghost HE-111 making another run over Coventry.