
When I was in Brighton yesterday, a sound editing chap couldn't wait to show me his newly acquired Mazda RX 8 sports car. He was giggling with excitement, almost wetting his pants as he glibly pointed to it. To say I was underwhelmed is an understatement. As my eyes scrolled over the predictable Japanese curves and bumps, my mind was taken back to small local vintage car show that I visited last year. In amongst a pageant of beauties, there was a car that I still consider one of the most beautiful and sexy British cars ever produced - the E type Jaguar. When my eyes settled on this masterful and unique design, I nearly wept.
These days, all cars are starting to look like each other, BMWs look like Lexuxs, Audis look like Vauxhalls! What happened to brave designs like the E type that I love and adore?
Women cry over love stories, men over their cars. Women wet their pants, er, never! men over their cars. Oh how different we are...
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