Posts Tagged ‘jaguar’

Analogue Auto ABCs

Monday, April 4th, 2011

Of all the inter­esting stumble-​​upons that we have, er, stumbled upon recently, we think this beautiful little set of drawings is up there with the best.

Published in France some time in the 1960 the book is a a nice example automotive art before the Apple Mac came and swept pen and crayon aside forever.

We haven’t been able to find much in the way of info about who author or publisher might be. Perhaps some of our readers who fetishise automotive ephemera might be able to help with that.

We reckon this pre-​​digital showcase of line and colour has a colourful vibrancy and fascin­ating appeal that is lacking in a lot of the contem­porary stuff…

thanks to The William Brown Project

Perchance to Dream

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

Goodwood Revival

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

Today the word “extreme” has very fixed connota­tions: danger, excitement, even borderline ridiculous.

But when you think about it, the people that make this festival what it is are true Automotive extremists. The lengths to which those involved will go to ensure the authen­ticity of the revival exper­ience is incredible.

Whether it be the invitation-​​only racers, the individuals’ outfits, or the newspaper wrapped fish and chips, every detail of retro culture at the annual tweed fest is exact.

But The revival is not just about British motoring culture, and there the place is plastered with material other than tweed. It also draws in a legion of aviation enthu­siasts, who lust over beautiful pieces of Aeronautical design, like the P51 Mustang. This year’s Revivalists were treated also to a spectacular flypast by a Lancaster bomber and a duo of Spitfires to commem­orate the 70th anniversary of the Battle of Britain.

There’s the Hotrodders with their girls dolled up in classic Americana that screams of chrome-​​clad diners and milkshakes, there’s the old boys in leather helmets, the cheeky burlesque girls and their curves and lipstick. Good wood at the time of th revival is a sort of Bermuda triangle that sucks in people seeking refuge from the aesthet­ically converged contem­porary culture: and a place where they can safely revel in nostalgia. Even if that nostalgia is for a time most of the attendees have never known.

And it seems to be conta­gious. Over the last few years entrance figures to the Revival has skyrocketed — as have attendance to other shindigs like Race Retro; this year’s Vintage at Goodwood was a multi-​​faceted newcomer and a great success — and events like thissure to be a regular on the sumer calendar from here on in.

What makes these events so increas­ingly popular? As these glory years get further and further away from living memory are people more desperate to cling on? Or is it merely that vintage is becoming ever more fashionable as the demographic grows more aged with every generation?

Here is a selection of photos from this year’s Revival to help you decide.

Pics by John Isaac

First Hand: A Clowder* of Cool Cats

Friday, September 24th, 2010

My first Jaguar exper­ience took place when I was six years old; for some reason my parents abandoned their penchant for 1970’s Renaults (4, 12 and 16 I seem to recall, but not in numerical order) in favour of something meatier; a Mark 2. After all that Gaelic plastic and leath­erette the walnut and cowhide was a revel­ation. Sadly in the heat wave of 1977 the 2483cc engine gasped it’s last on the A303 outside Sparkford, home of the Haynes Publishing empire. Not even the proximity so many manuals could convince my parents to embark on the mighty repair.

My latest Jaguar Experience is altogether more thrilling. August 2010 finds me rocketing round Silverstone’s tight Stowe circuit in a 500 BHP XKR coupe; I approach a chicane white-​​faced with adrenalin. My passenger and profes­sional driver/​guide barks orders “Hard on the brakes. Harder! Harder!” Despite his instruc­tions I overcook it…thankfully some clever actuators kick in and traction control saves me from more spectacular embarrassment.

I’m attending a hybrid press/​ revered-​​Jag-​​owners event in which punters and journos get to tarnish spanking new motors with their hot and sticky hands. It’s based in the new Stowe Complex, a custom built facility designed for such corporate shindigs,

Parked outside are over forty box-​​fresh vehicles; they encompass the entire 2010 range. The goal of these Ian Callum designed cars is to redefine the brand in quest for young consumers. As a result there’s much muscular styling in the body (which both honours Jaguar’s pedigree and is easy on the eye), while inside the gentleman’s club interior of old has been banished in favour of trick design features, club-​​like interior mood lighting and amazing sound systems.

That morning I drove a long wheel base XJ (limo plush peppered with clever details) and the 3.0 XF Diesel, (the most glamorous of family cars fitted with Jaguar’s sequential-​​shift paddle changers)…but the one I really had my eye on was the top cat, the leader of the gang, the £75,000 5-​​litre V8 XKR.

A light sprinkle of rain had seen the more exper­i­enced drivers begin murmuring words like “greasy”, but that didn’t stop me donning a helmet and stepping into a gloss red Coupe. The noise was fantastic and although the other cars had been quick enough, this was a whole new league. 0-​​60mph in 4.6 seconds for starters. The car felt light and nimble and even on the short 1.2 mile circuit it was easy to power past other motors on the track.
As I pass the pits for the umpteenth time my driver/​guide calls, “Last lap”. I blip the paddle shifters down a gear and stand on the throttle. Now the chicane is approaching; the Driver Guide sits silent as I do my level best not to embarrass myself again. “Better” he mutters as we exit. I can’t really justify how satisfied I felt.

Funnily enough my day had begun in a Renault. I arrived at Silverstone in the family Megane, if that old adage that we turn into our parents is true, surely that means next-​​stop big fast Jag?

*clowder: the collective noun for cats. No, we didn’t know either. Thank you Wikipedia.

Inside Out

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

It might be that we’re getting old, or spending too much time in inferior cabins of late: but car interiors really seem to matter to us of late. Of course, out favourite interiors are usually direct analogues of our favourite all-​​round motors. But every now and then, there comes along a cabin that outstrips the quality of the car.

The 458’s super high tech contruction is reflected perfectly in its display. It might seem illogical to some, but we’ll take the progression for chance to drive the future.

On a more classic note the lounge of the Volvo p1800 smacked of Euro bohemi­anism. And we like that very much.

The Jag XJS interior, on the other hand, was a rakish piece of leather and walnut that was directly of its time and place.

One of our all-​​time faves was The Citroen SM’s vision of the techno future.

The New Jaguar XJ

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

In the year that Jaguar celeb­rates its 75th anniversary, we thought it would be fitting to spend some time with some of the new Jags that have been making such an impact.

Designer Ian Callum certainly knows how to pen a beautiful creation. When we travelled up to the lakes earlier this year in his stunning XFR, we fell in a rich, bounteous sort of lust. With the five litre, V8 super­charged motor and brilliantly adaptive traction control, the XFR was like a football hooligan dressed as a Guards Officer. And that is a good thing.

At the moment, we’re three days in with some beautiful time with the New XJ. Three hundred and fifty miles and only half a tank of diesel in, we have to say it is every bit as impressive as its shorter, slightly more aggressive cousin. The engine pulls beauti­fully right through the range, and the car handles like a much smaller specimen, especially with ‘dynamic’ mode engaged. It eats up motorway miles in the most gracious and comfortable manner imaginable — and the cabin and ICE is second to none in quality. Having recently done the same thing in an E Class Benz, there’s no comparison. The XJ feels like a car you really want to be with — while the Merc seems like a marriage of practical convenience.

This Jag is so good that our road companion and partner-​​in-​​life said during our elegant waft from London to Bath that ‘she didn’t want the journey to end’.

Stay tuned for a fully fleshed out feature on Jag’s new dawn online and in the forth­coming print ‘zine..

PS: The XJ is a pretty car, but not quite as luscious as our favourite English car: the XJ 13…

XKSS: Bridgehead to the British Invasion

Thursday, June 17th, 2010

For us, the question of what is the sexiest, coolest, most beautiful sports car ever to be produced out of these islands is an easy one to answer. The Jaguar XKSS, of course.

Produced in 1957 in the Browns Lane Jaguar factory in Coventry, it is basically a road-​​going version of the mighty and beautiful racing D type. Whichever way you look at it, that would be cool enough credentials.

But the XK SS was more than a simple recre­ation of a racing legend. It was if fact produced and exported to the US as the apotheosis the British Sports Car. Canny Jag figurehead Sir William Lyons realised that it was in America where the deriv­ative would find its most successful market.

Thus way back in 1957, when Elvis was thrusting his pelvis all over America and the world, we Brits sent our most beautiful cultural creation in the XKSS. It was a bridgehead that predated by a half dozen years the British invasion that arrived with the Beatles.

So while the XKSS played somewhat of a clichéd role of a cultured but dashing Brit for the yanks, it’s reality was rooted in genuine racing success. If it was selling the image of itself, therefore, to the highest bidder, it was an image that every Brit could be proud.

There wasn’t that much physically to do to convert the basic D-​​Type to a road-​​going monster of desire. You added a side passenger door. You removed the aerody­namic fin behind the driver’s seat, thereby creating that gorgeously curved, clean rear three quarters that was echoed in its successor the E-​​Type.

Chrome bumpers fore and aft were also prescient of the popular XK-​​E, and of course a full suite of safety glass as well as a simple foldaway hood was included in the package.

The car was powered the same straight six engine of that appeared in the D-​​Type. There were disc brakes all round and that aeronaut­ically inspired achingly beautiful monocoque was all you needed to convince that to own an XKSS was to buy directly into the racing heritage of the Jaguar badge.

There’s a cat-​​eyed, snub-​​nosed sort of design perfection to the body that retains a functional integrity that was wrought in the white heat of WW11. Malcolm Sayer had hammered out the D-Type’s curves initially. Sayer had gone on to design Jag’s other rare superstar the XJ 13 – as well as the perennial divider of design opinion, the XJS. Enable to express his self at last with that new monocoque form, the Aeronautical designer’s applic­ation of aerody­namic principle to the D-​​Types body helped it reach untold speeds along the Mulsanne Straight.

Just sixteen examples of the XKSS were produced and sold before a fire in Jag’s factory destroyed the remaining D-​​Type chassis. A couple of hundred waiting customers’ loss resulted, and glory for the lucky 16.

Oh yes. Steve Mcqueen, of course, owned one. Nuff said. Again.