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I get to grips with a 50 year old icon!<br />
Ben Eddols goes out with an E Type<br />
Some of us, not in the first flush of youth, bordering on the’<br />
old’ even, carry vivid childhood memories which can provoke<br />
forbidden thought’s, nudge nudge, wink wink - totally<br />
unacceptable in PC Britain today. Ask an old ‘un about the 1960’s<br />
and their eyes may glaze over as memories slowly fall into place<br />
– Twiggy, mini skirts, Marilyn Monroe, and the E type Jag.<br />
Ok, image s from a seemingly male dominated world, pure<br />
voyeurism, sultry, curvaceous, fast and dangerous, beyond the<br />
reach of the common man - until with the benefit of age an<br />
opportunity comes along, not to meet the star or relive the<br />
age, but to get to grips with an E type!<br />
Jaguar made their mark on the racing world in the fifties with C<br />
Type and D type racers winning the legendary Le Mans 24 hour<br />
race. The cars employed three important elements, their proven<br />
six cylinder XK engine, an aerodynamic body to help slip through<br />
the air and disc brakes to stop. As the fifties came to an end all of<br />
this was suddenly combined in a road going sports car, the E<br />
Type, which could charge up the newly built M1 at a reported<br />
150mph, unthinkable stuff at the time. Car restorer John<br />
Hodgson has recently acquired one and allowed me to drive it.<br />
We meet up on a sunny day. I open the driver’s door to step in - remember we<br />
are now going back to a car designed 55 years ago - the door opens wide and is<br />
hinged quite far forward giving surprisingly good access for legs and feet, unless<br />
you are in a mini skirt, I wasn’t this time! Once in the comfy leather bucket seat I<br />
took stock; two big dials in front, the familiar Smiths speedo and rev counter<br />
then, in aircraft style, a row of smaller gauges and switches stretching out to the<br />
left over the tunnel where the gear lever and handbrake protrude.<br />
The steering wheel is big, with a thin wooden rim and three alloy spokes. I think<br />
to myself that as there is no power steering I will be struggling with this and<br />
constantly jiggling it to keep the car straight. I reach for the seatbelt - Oh! It’s not<br />
there, this is an early 1965 car made before seatbelts became compulsory -<br />
without it I suddenly feel quite vulnerable. I turn the key, press the black starter<br />
button and without drama, it lives.<br />
The engine itself is a thing of beauty, two shiny alloy cam covers sitting atop the<br />
engine, three carburettors feeding fuel and air from one side, six chromed<br />
exhaust pipes existing from the other.<br />
Ok, I push the clutch pedal down and slip the notchy lever up into first, hand<br />
brake off, a bit of throttle, foot slowly off the clutch and we move, no drama,<br />
stop, turn left onto the road and start to take stock again.<br />
As I have said, the seat is comfortable but it doesn’t have the sideways support<br />
found in modern cars; controls are fine; she drives well over the rough roads<br />
thanks to higher profile tyres ironing out the imperfections; the steering,<br />
although heavy at parking speeds, is surprisingly light and precise when out on<br />
the open road - and of course the view down that never ending louvered bonnet<br />
is fantastic.<br />
4.2 litres in a slippery old sports car feels great, it has loads of low down grunt<br />
and John urges me on. As the revs rise the warble of six cylinders sets the senses<br />
tingling. The speedo rises dramatically, the front end rising under acceleration; at<br />
first I feed her into corners then ease the power on as we exit, accelerating<br />
gingerly out; the steering is much more precise than I had imagined it would be<br />
and with only four gears to choose from I get much more robust with the old car,<br />
the roads are dry and there’s little chance of a calamity unless I am really stupid.<br />
We trundle back to base with an inner glow. She’s not bad for a 50 year old icon!<br />
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