1954 Jaguar Mk VII 3.5 carb from Australia and New Zealand
No way should your 1st car be a 1/6 share of a lethal old Jag
Drank oil like a camel drinks water.
Lots of things on the car didn't work properly, like the steering, brakes, suspension and any part with 'Lucas' stamped on it.
I bought this car as part of a syndicate. I was 16 years old and had just got my driver's licence. Six of us, all still at school, put up $100 Aust each to buy this worn-out, black behemoth.
We had a roster. Every few weekends, each of the owners would get the car for a Saturday night. We felt like kings, but knew we had done a bad, bad thing in buying this retreaded dinosaur and kept it hidden away as best we could. I admit I lied to my parents who were hoping I would find a nice used Morris Minor to drive.
We filled the engine regularly with pint after pint of used sump oil, as the real thing was too expensive. The best way to get the car to stop was to hang on to the steering wheel and pull back on it to get maximum force on the brake pedal.
Our finest hour occurred one weekend afternoon, with four owners on board, all apples of our mothers' eyes, together with a few girls even younger than we were. Using a notorious stretch of road south of Adelaide, South Australia, and all craning over to watch the big speedo, we hit the magic 100mph as the sixteen year old driver tried to keep the car on the bitumen.
All young drivers believe themselves immortal.
It became known at school that a group of us had bought a very fast and dangerous car. While our peers considered us gods, our parents and our school considered us fools.
The car was sold, and our lives, especially at weekends, returned to drudgery.
Would you buy another car from this manufacturer? Yes
Review Date: 20th December, 2001
What memories AND you all came out of it OK!!!
Reminds me of going WAY too fast on a overly powerful motorbike. On a damp road.
Don't ride motorbikes now, got a station-wagon.
Take care and hold the memories.
Ah yes, the memories.
Driving up to the gates of the prime ministers residence at 24 Sussex and having the gates open to admit a quartet of teens in bathing suits. Watching the twin vortexes as she passed by in fog. Enjoying the incredible ventilation on a warm sunny day touring the Gatineau hills of Quebec. Memories remain.
Now she sits languishing in a garage, looking longingly at the road no longer traveled.
I have owned this car for more than 4 decades... and now can no longer give it the care it deserves.
If there are any "proper" owners out there interested in a mechanically sound, roadworthy Mk-VII with 64,000 miles...let me know.
Art Gale in Toronto Ontario Canada.