by Norman Garrett I had the good fortune to own a Jaguar XK-E back in the ’70s, when you could find them for hundreds of dollars, not tens of thousands. Mine was a ’66 coupe, British Racing Green over green leather. It was languishing outside of an import car repair shop, like so many imports…
by Amanda Lundquist Despite being well-known in the classic car community, British Racing Green has a bit of an air of mystery to it. It’s immediately recognizable, and yet many colors bear its name, from the lighter GN. 25 to the deep, almost black tones seen on Jagaurs. There are often jokes on forums wishing…
by John Quilter Jaguar, who once owned Daimler, was in need of a much larger limousine car for the livery trade, funeral homes, for UK and foreign royalty and high government officials, so the DS420 was born circa 1962 on a 21-inch wheelbase stretch of the Jaguar Mark X saloon. The DS420 had a long-running history, the last being made in…
by Howard Stacy If you are reading this, you will almost certainly see the Pesky Gremlins on the adjoining page. I must confess that I am just as surprised as you might be to see that cartoon over there. Let me explain. When I contacted David Stuursma, the editor of Moss Motoring, I was interested…
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 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…
Dear Mr Stuursma, I read your magazine with great interest. I pass along these ramblings of an old man and, as such, are not intended for publication. When I left High School in England, I was interviewed by the then Mr William Lyons and other board members, and was accepted by Jaguar Cars in Coventry…
Growing up at Jaguar By Graham Robson It was a coincidence, really. I was enormously lucky, fell on my feet in one of the most famous companies in the world, and have never forgotten the great times I had while I was there. It all started at Oxford, where I was reading Engineering, and was…
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 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…
