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Driven Through Time, New York, NY (2025)

07/14/2025

1960 Jaguar Mark 2 Saloon
The 1960 Jaguar Mark 2 wasn’t just a gentleman’s car — it was a gentleman’s express. Polished, poised, and packing a punch, it blended British elegance with surprising muscle in a way few saloons ever had before — or since.

This was Jaguar at its most confident. The Mark 2, introduced in late 1959, was a refined evolution of the earlier Mark 1, but everything had been sharpened. The roof pillars were slimmed for better visibility, the arches flared for a more purposeful stance, and the whole car just seemed… right. Graceful curves, that upright chrome grille, and a stance that suggested it belonged equally at a countryside estate or tearing through London backstreets.

Under the bonnet, buyers had their pick: a 2.4, a 3.4, or the crown jewel — the 3.8-liter XK inline-six. The same basic engine that powered the E-Type. In the Mark 2, it made around 220 horsepower and could haul the polished saloon to 60 mph in under nine seconds — a serious figure in 1960. Matched with either a 4-speed manual (overdrive optional) or a smooth automatic, it offered grace and pace in equal measure.

Inside, the Mark 2 was every inch a Jaguar. Burled walnut stretched across the dashboard, Smiths gauges sat behind the big thin-rimmed wheel, and the leather seats had just the right amount of give. It wasn’t overdone. It was just right — refined without shouting about it. Comfortable enough for a long-distance cruise, yet purposeful enough for a spirited blast down a B-road.

And it wasn’t just the gentry who took notice. Police departments across Britain snapped them up. So did bank robbers. On any given day in the ’60s, a Mark 2 might be chasing down a villain — or helping one escape. That was the paradox of the car: it looked proper, but underneath, it had fire in its veins.

Today, the 1960 Jaguar Mark 2 sits firmly among the icons of its era — as admired for its performance as for its poise. It reminds us that a saloon can be more than transport. It can have soul. It can have swagger. And when done right — as Jaguar did — it can become timeless.

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1976 Triumph TR6
The 1976 Triumph TR6 was the last of its line — the final chapter in a story that defined British open-top motoring for over a decade. It bowed out with the same ingredients that made it great: a straight-six under the bonnet, a long hood out front, and a promise that every drive would be a little bit louder, a little bit rougher, and a lot more fun.

By ’76, the TR6 wasn’t trying to reinvent itself. It didn’t need to. The formula was honest and unfiltered: a 2.5-liter inline-six, twin carbs (in most markets), a 4-speed manual, and rear-wheel drive. No power steering, no digital displays, no apologies. Just torque, a deep-throated exhaust note, and that unmistakable sense that you were driving something real.

The styling — a blend of Giovanni Michelotti’s original TR lines and Karmann’s squared-off updates — was boxy, muscular, and unmistakably British. Fat rear arches, chrome bumpers (rubber-tipped in the U.S.), and those signature steel wheels gave it a kind of working-class cool. It wasn’t trying to be a Ferrari. It was trying to be a Triumph. And it was doing a damn good job of it.

Drop the top, grab the wood-rimmed wheel, and fire up the six. The sound is part snarl, part purr — a deep, mechanical soundtrack that makes you want to find the long way home. The TR6 might not be razor-sharp in the corners, but it's willing, playful, and honest in a way modern cars rarely are. It talks to you — through the gearbox, through the steering, through the chassis.

Inside, it’s all charm. Smiths gauges, toggle switches, cracked leather, and that slightly musty smell of old canvas and petrol. It’s not luxurious — it’s personal. Every drive feels like it belongs to you alone.

When production ended in 1976, it marked more than just the end of the TR6 — it signaled the close of a golden age. This was the last of the truly analog British roadsters before emissions regs, plastic bumpers, and GT comforts softened the edge. And for that reason, it remains one of the purest expressions of what a British sports car was meant to be.

The TR6 doesn’t just take you somewhere. It reminds you — of back roads, windblown hair, and what driving felt like before it got too complicated.

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1965 Jaguar E-Type Series 1 4.2 Coupe
The 1965 Jaguar E-Type Series 1 4.2 Coupe is the kind of car that doesn’t just age gracefully — it defies time altogether. From the moment it first rolled onto the scene, it was clear this wasn’t just another sports car. This was sculpture. This was speed, reimagined as elegance.

Its silhouette remains one of the most recognizable in automotive history — a bonnet that seems to stretch toward the horizon, covered headlights tucked under glass, and that signature fastback roofline tapering perfectly into the rear haunches. The proportions were impossibly right. No wonder Enzo Ferrari called it “the most beautiful car ever made.”

But the E-Type didn’t rest on looks alone. By 1965, Jaguar had refined the original formula with the introduction of the 4.2-liter inline-six — an evolution of the XK engine with more torque, better drivability, and the same intoxicating sound. It delivered around 265 horsepower, paired with a fully synchronized gearbox that finally let you downshift into first without grinding your teeth. The performance? Still brisk today, with a 0–60 time just over 7 seconds — but it wasn’t about the stopwatch. It was about how alive it felt.

Slip into the cabin and you’re greeted by a world of vintage charm: toggle switches across a brushed aluminum dash, Smiths instruments behind a thin wooden wheel, leather bucket seats that smell of time and journeys past. Everything was laid out with mechanical logic and a hint of old-world glamour.

Unlike the roadsters, the Coupe wrapped you in steel and glass — quieter, tighter, and arguably more beautiful in profile. It was the grand tourer’s E-Type, built not just for style, but for sweeping across the continent in high-speed comfort. Long-legged, composed, and confident — it felt just as natural outside the Savoy as it did tearing through the Alps.

Today, the 1965 E-Type 4.2 Coupe remains a benchmark — not just for Jaguar, but for sports car design as a whole. It’s not just a car to look at. It’s a car to drive, to feel, and to fall for.

And when you do, you’ll understand — some legends are born, but this one was built.

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1972 BMW 2002tii
The 1972 BMW 2002tii wasn’t just a great driver’s car — it was the car that made the world sit up and pay attention to BMW. Before the M badges, before the modern sports sedans, there was this — a two-door box with straight lines, round headlights, and a heart that beat faster than anything else in its class.

The tii stood for Touring International Injected, but what it really meant was a different kind of 2002. It took the already beloved base car and gave it a serious shot in the arm: a 2.0-liter inline-four breathing through mechanical Kugelfischer fuel injection, good for around 130 horsepower and a powerband that begged to be explored. The throttle response was immediate, the pull was linear, and the whole setup felt alive in a way carbs never quite did.

Matched with a crisp 4-speed manual, rear-wheel drive, and a curb weight barely tipping 2,300 pounds, the 2002tii didn’t need big numbers to make big memories. It turned ordinary roads into playgrounds. Its handling was sharp, the steering wonderfully direct, and the chassis beautifully balanced — neutral, forgiving, and endlessly communicative. You didn’t drive it so much as wear it.

And yet, for all its spirit, the 2002tii wasn’t impractical. It had real seats, a usable trunk, and the kind of no-nonsense ergonomics that made it a proper daily driver in period. It was as happy taking the kids to school as it was barreling down a B-road on a Sunday morning.

The styling was pure function — upright, honest, and clean. But there was a quiet confidence to its shape. The round taillights, the Hofmeister kink in the C-pillar, the upright greenhouse — all iconic now, all purposeful then. No frills. No waste. Just good design.

Today, the 1972 2002tii stands as a turning point — the moment BMW proved it could make a small, usable car that also stirred the soul. It’s not rare because it was exotic. It’s rare because people drove them, really drove them, and fell hard for what they could do.

The tii was the blueprint for everything that followed. And it’s still one of the most satisfying cars you can drive — not because it overwhelms you, but because it invites you in.

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1965 Jaguar XKE Series 1 Roadster
The 1965 Jaguar XKE Series 1 Roadster wasn’t built to follow trends — it set them. With its impossibly long bonnet, low-slung stance, and those signature glass-covered headlamps, it looked like a spaceship designed by poets. Even now, parked quietly in the corner of a show field or humming down a sun-drenched country road, it steals every glance without trying.

This was the 4.2-liter version of Jaguar’s most iconic machine — the perfect sweet spot between performance and refinement. That legendary inline-six, borrowed and refined from Jaguar’s Le Mans-dominating D-Type, made just over 260 horsepower. But the numbers don’t tell the whole story. What mattered was how it moved: smooth, fluid, and unhurried until you asked for more — and when you did, it answered with a growl and a grin.

There was nothing else like it. Not in 1965. Not now.

Everything about the Series 1 was designed with intent — not just to go fast, but to look fast standing still. The bonnet seemed to stretch into the future. The rear haunches had just the right curve. The wire wheels sparkled like fine jewelry. It was mechanical art, sketched by engineers and sculpted by dreamers.

Inside, it felt like you were stepping into a machine built for purpose — toggle switches, Smiths gauges, and leather that aged like a good pair of boots. Nothing was overdone. Nothing needed to be. This was an era when driving was still a visceral experience, and the XKE delivered it in every gear.

Enzo Ferrari famously called it “the most beautiful car ever made.” Coming from a man who knew a thing or two about beauty, that wasn’t just praise — it was canon.

Today, the 1965 XKE Series 1 Roadster stands not just as a symbol of British motoring excellence, but as a reminder of a time when form and function walked hand in hand — and sometimes, drove at 150 mph.

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1961 Jaguar E-Type Series I 3.8
When the Jaguar E-Type first broke cover in 1961, it didn’t just turn heads — it stopped the world in its tracks. Crowds gathered. Writers ran out of adjectives. Enzo Ferrari himself reportedly called it “the most beautiful car ever made.” And for once, everyone agreed.

This was the Series I, the original, the one that set the tone for everything that followed. Its body — impossibly long in the nose, impossibly short in the tail — looked like it had been sculpted by the wind itself. Covered headlights flowed seamlessly into the fenders. The bonnet stretched on forever. And yet, despite its grace, the E-Type was never just a pretty face.

Underneath that elegant skin was a 3.8-liter inline-six from Jaguar’s famed XK engine family — twin-cam, triple SU carbs, and a snarling 265 horsepower in full song. Mated to a 4-speed Moss gearbox and running on fully independent suspension with disc brakes at all four corners, the E-Type wasn’t just fast for its time — it was faster than nearly anything else on the road. 0 to 60 in under 7 seconds, if you had the nerve and the skill.

And yet it cost a fraction of the Ferraris and Astons it embarrassed in the twisties. It was exotic, yes, but it was also shockingly attainable. A democratized dream machine.

Inside, the cockpit was pure 1960s British sport: leather-trimmed buckets, toggle switches, Smiths gauges, and a dash layout that looked like something out of a Spitfire fighter plane. You didn’t sit in the E-Type so much as you slipped into it — low, snug, and ready to fly.

The early 3.8 models, especially from 1961, remain among the most coveted. They were the purest in form and spirit, before regulations softened the edges. No syncro on first, yes — but that was part of the charm. They were machines that asked something of you, and gave back more than you expected.

Today, the 1961 E-Type Series I 3.8 isn’t just a classic. It’s a benchmark. A legend. And no matter how many years pass, it will always be the car that redefined what beauty and performance could look like — and proved they could live in the same garage.

07/13/2025

1974 Triumph TR6
The 1974 Triumph TR6 was one of the last of its kind — a proper, no-nonsense British roadster built for the sheer joy of driving. No traction control, no driver modes, no apology. Just a long bonnet, two seats, and a straight-six that made all the right noises.

By ’74, the TR6 was near the end of its run, but it hadn’t lost its edge. The body still had that square-jawed look penned by Karmann — muscular and masculine, with crisp lines, stubby overhangs, and just the right amount of chrome. The stance was wide and squat, giving it a planted, purposeful look even at rest. Pop the hood, and there it was: Triumph’s 2.5-liter inline-six, breathing through twin Strombergs (or fuel injection if you were lucky enough to get the Euro version), pushing out a modest but soulful 105–150 horsepower depending on market. But again — this wasn’t about stats. It was about feel.

You’d slip behind the wheel, fire it up, and the exhaust would burble to life — that deep, mellow thrum unique to British sixes. The 4-speed gearbox was mechanical and deliberate, the steering weighty and talkative, the ride firm but forgiving. On a curvy road with the top down and the sun setting low, few cars felt more alive.

Inside, it was spartan but charming. A walnut dash faced with Smiths gauges, leather-wrapped wheel, rocker switches, and just enough creature comforts to keep you dry and pointed in the right direction. It didn’t coddle you. It involved you.

The TR6 never pretended to be a grand tourer. It was rawer than an E-Type, humbler than a 911, and more honest than most of its rivals. That’s why it earned such loyalty. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t have to be. It had character. And it had that rare ability to turn even a short drive into something memorable.

Today, the 1974 TR6 stands as a final salute to the golden age of British roadsters. The last Triumph before the era of emissions stranglers and plastic bumpers. It may not be the fastest car in your garage — but it might just be the one you reach for most often, just to go for a drive.

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1973 Alfa Romeo GTV 2000
The 1973 Alfa Romeo GTV 2000 isn’t just a classic coupe — it’s Italy, bottled. Every line, every rev, every tight corner taken with grace and growl speaks of a car built not just to move, but to move you.

Styled by Giorgetto Giugiaro at Bertone, the GTV 2000 wore its curves with effortless confidence. That tucked-in waist, that sharp Kamm tail, those twin headlights peering from under their brows — it wasn’t loud, it was exact. The kind of shape you don’t so much look at as admire.

But the real magic lives under the bonnet. A 2.0-liter twin-cam inline-four — all alloy, all attitude — fed by twin Weber carbs (or Spica mechanical injection in the U.S.), revving clean to redline with a rasp that stirs something in the chest. It made about 130 horsepower, but it wasn’t about numbers. It was about how the power came in — urgent, linear, alive. Paired with a crisp 5-speed gearbox, it was a car that asked to be driven hard, and rewarded you for answering.

The handling? Pure Alfa. A live rear axle, double wishbones up front, and perfect weight distribution meant it danced through corners, light on its feet, talkative through the wheel. Not twitchy. Not numb. Just right. Even a simple Sunday drive felt like a stage rally.

Inside, the GTV balanced sport and civility — bucket seats, twin binnacle gauges, wood trim, and a driver’s view that invited long journeys and short sprints alike. It was a gentleman’s car, but not the kind that stayed in the garage polishing chrome. This one begged to be wrung out.

By 1973, Alfa had refined the GTV to its peak form. The 2000 model was the last and most powerful of the original Giulia-based coupes — the final word before safety bumpers and emissions controls softened the edge. It wasn’t just the end of a series — it was the end of an era.

Today, the GTV 2000 is more than just a beautiful old Alfa. It’s a memory machine, a time capsule, a reminder of what happens when design, engineering, and passion meet in one place. You don’t drive it — you feel it.

And once you have, nothing else quite compares.

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1965 Jaguar XKE Series 1 Roadster
The 1965 Jaguar XKE Series 1 Roadster is one of those rare machines that looks fast standing still. Long bonnet stretched to the horizon, cockpit tucked low like a fighter plane, and every curve drawn as if the wind had shaped it. It didn’t just turn heads — it stopped time.

This was the E-Type at its purest. Covered headlamps, slender bumpers, glass tail lights — all the details that made the early Series 1 cars feel sculpted rather than assembled. And under that impossibly long bonnet, the 4.2-liter inline-six — smooth, torquey, and civilized in a very British way. It made around 265 horsepower, delivered through a 4-speed manual, and pulled with grace rather than aggression. But give it a straight road and a little throttle, and the car transformed — elegant at rest, eager in motion.

The 4.2 wasn't just more displacement. It came with real-world improvements: better low-end torque, more comfortable seats, and a new synchromesh gearbox that made everyday driving less of a wrestling match. Yet none of it dulled the car’s original character. The steering still spoke in quiet whispers, the engine still hummed with mechanical honesty, and the view over that endless bonnet was still like looking down the fuselage of a Spitfire.

Inside, it was all charm and purpose. Aluminum dash panels, toggle switches, Smiths gauges, and that impossibly thin wood-rimmed steering wheel. No distractions. No drama. Just you, the road, and a machine that felt more like a companion than a car.

Even Enzo Ferrari, never one to praise the competition, famously called it “the most beautiful car ever made.” And looking at one — really looking — it’s hard to argue. There’s a timelessness to the XKE that most cars spend their lives chasing and never reach.

Today, the 1965 E-Type Roadster isn’t just a classic. It’s a landmark — of design, of engineering, of how a car can stir the soul long before you even turn the key.

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1967 Fiat Dino Coupe
The 1967 Fiat Dino Coupe is one of those rare classics that feels like a secret handshake — if you know, you know. Styled by Bertone, powered by a Ferrari-designed V6, and built to meet homologation rules for Formula 2 racing, it was a grand tourer with the blood of a thoroughbred and the badge of a workhorse.

At first glance, it doesn’t shout. There are no scoops or wings or wild proportions. Just clean, confident lines drawn by Giorgetto Giugiaro during his time at Bertone — sharp creases, wide glass, and a stance that says “continental express” more than backroad bruiser. But open the bonnet, and the story changes.

That’s where you’ll find a 2.0-liter, all-aluminum V6 — born in Maranello, tuned for the street. With twin overhead cams, triple Weber carbs, and a rev-hungry soul, it delivered 160 horsepower and a soundtrack that leaned more toward Ferrari than Fiat. The engine was shared with the Dino 206 GT, and though it was detuned slightly, it still brought a slice of Italian exotica to a car with rear seats and a trunk.

The Coupe wasn’t just fast — it was smooth. A proper five-speed manual gearbox, independent front suspension, and disc brakes all around gave it the kind of composure you didn’t always expect from a 1960s GT. It was made for distance. For winding mountain passes and long weekends with the windows down and the tach needle climbing past 6,000 RPM.

Inside, it was all Italian charm — a wood-rimmed wheel, chrome-ringed gauges, and seats that were more lounge chair than race bucket. It wasn’t stripped or sparse — it was sophisticated. This was a car you could wear a jacket in, and still grin like a child when the V6 came alive.

Today, the 1967 Fiat Dino Coupe sits in a unique place in automotive history. It carries Ferrari DNA but doesn’t wear it on its sleeve. It looks understated, but sounds operatic. And for those who understand its lineage — and its purpose — it remains one of the most compelling, underrated GTs of its era.

Not just a Fiat. Not just a Ferrari. A little bit of both — and entirely unforgettable.

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1970 Porsche 914-6
The 1970 Porsche 914-6 was the oddball that turned out to be brilliant — the one that whispered instead of shouted, but left real drivers nodding in quiet respect. It was Porsche’s first true mid-engine road car, and with the flat-six from the 911T dropped in, it suddenly had the heart to match its balance.

Built in partnership with Volkswagen and assembled at Karmann, the 914 was always a car caught between worlds — not quite a 911, not quite a VW. But the 914-6? That was something else entirely. Under its squared-off bonnet sat a 2.0-liter air-cooled flat-six, delivering 110 horsepower through a five-speed gearbox. It might not sound like much on paper, but in a featherweight shell just over 2,000 pounds, it danced.

This was a driver’s car — mid-engine, rear-drive, and perfectly poised. The steering was unassisted, the gear changes mechanical and satisfying, and the power delivery clean and eager. It wasn’t about straight-line speed. It was about feel — that classic Porsche alchemy of balance, sound, and control.

Only 3,338 examples of the 914-6 were built between 1970 and 1972, making it the rarest of its kind. Most wore minimal trim, steel wheels, and that unmistakable removable targa roof. The cabin was spartan, almost austere — but everything you needed was there, just without the frills.

Today, the 914-6 is no longer a misunderstood sibling to the 911. It’s a legend in its own right — celebrated for its purity, its engineering, and the way it feels when the road bends and the revs rise. No power steering. No electronics. Just flat-six music behind your head and the road rushing in beneath your fingertips.

It may have started life as the underdog. But the 914-6 ended up being one of the most rewarding classic Porsches ever made. And anyone who's driven one will tell you — you never forget the first time that engine sings just inches from your spine.

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1972 Datsun 240Z

The 1972 Datsun 240Z was the moment Japan shook the sports car world — not with noise, but with style, speed, and unbeatable value. Sleek, balanced, and beautifully built, it offered performance once reserved for the wealthy — now within reach.

Its 2.4-liter inline-six made 151 horsepower, breathing life into a lightweight, rear-wheel-drive chassis. Paired with a crisp 4-speed manual, the 240Z didn’t just move — it danced. Quick, agile, and always eager for the next corner.

Styled with a long bonnet, short deck, and fastback silhouette, it drew inspiration from Europe but wore it with Japanese precision. Those recessed “sugar scoop” headlamps became an icon on their own.

Inside, the cockpit was all business: bucket seats, clear gauges, and a dashboard that wrapped around you like a proper driver’s car should.

More than a success, the 240Z was a revolution — the car that put Japan on the global map and in the hearts of enthusiasts forever.

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