by Earl Mowry, Jr. For many year,s I had watched televised coverage of events at the Mid-Ohio Racetrack which may be mentioned on betting/gambling sites like satta king. The lush green countryside and gently undulating course intrigued me, and when I read about the Vintage Race and Concours to be held in 1988 on June…
By Richard Santucci Fred Dagavar was a man’s man. A swashbuckling Errol Flynn type complete with manicured moustache. He possessed a distinctive, deep, gravelly, Armenian accented voice and was arrested in 1935 for brandishing a gun at a man after a fender bender on, where else, Gun Hill Road. “I ought to give you a…
by Rob Reilly I’ve been the owner of a Jaguar Mark V saloon since 1969, my daily driver for three years, then a low-budget restoration in the 1970s. It is now nearing the end of a full body-off—its second restoration. Also in the stable are an XK120 FHC, which I restored in the 1980s and…
by Keith Wylde I bought a running 1964 E-Type in 1974. The car had problems, but some fiberglass patches, Bondo, and a backyard paint job made them easy to overlook. The car was fast, fun, and became a daily driver for a couple of years, but the car needed constant attention. Also, every time I…
by Keith Carlson Spring of my college freshman year, I bought the TC I’d coveted for 10 years since their appearance here after the war, just as we had years earlier pressed our parents to buy us the thin-frame, thin-tire English bikes, de riguer in our Chicago suburb. Our fraternity had three TDs, a TR2…
by Graham Robson March 15, 1961—a special date for Jaguar enthusiasts—it was the moment when the new E-Type met its public for the first time. It was the day almost every other sports car in the world suddenly looked dowdy, when Jaguar realized to their joy that they would have real problems in meeting all…
by Dennis Wheeler In 1969, I was 15. I had run the typical teenage gamut of go-carts, small Honda motorcycles and doin’ wheelies with our MTD lawn tractor. A few of us hung out on Detroit’s Woodward Avenue observing the street machines often racing on cool Friday nights. My uncle Glenn would stop by our…
by John F. Quilter I saw my first British car when I was just a small boy living in Charleston, South Carolina. It was an Empire green 1953 Morris Minor that lived across the street from my house. Something clicked and the British car became a lifelong interest, or maybe even an obsession. Fast forward…
By Dave Hauman Since 2000, when I watched The Great Race pass through in Bloomington, Illinois, it had been an aspiration of mine to participate. In 2016, when my 1970 Jaguar E-Type qualified, I, along with Kool Kat’s Krewe members Dave Fitch and Craig College, signed up to race. The course that year ran from…
By Michael Kotowski Mind if I take a few measurements on this twelve footer?” I ask the guy at the trailer rental lot as I pull out my tape measure. “Go ahead,” he says, eyeing my classic Mini with a hint of suspicion. I measure the rear door and call out to my buddy Jeff,…
