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…
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…
Jaguar’s XK series wakes the post-war world America’s love affair with the automobile is so well documented, it has become more than just a cliché—it has moved comfortably into the banal land of things that are taken for granted. Consumers are spoiled brats of industry to an extent, wanting to see a new car model…
