What a car. Many years ago, I had a roommate who owned a ‘67 XKE convertible, that same color. I got to drive it a few times, and I have wanted one ever since.
That is NICE!
Classic!
The Jag XKE was the first I fell in love with - never cared for Corvettes.
I’m beginning to look seriously at the “F” type.
What year is the E? It looks like a Type 1. I got to drive a ‘63 a few years back. Great cars.
I came home to Pennsylvania in February of 1968 on leave from basic training in San Diego. One of my father’s patriotic friends was a contractor who volunteered to let me use his 1961 XKE for the two weeks. This was the first year with 3.8 motor and non-synchro first gear. Plexiglass headlight covers that were declared illegal by the feds the next year. Gunmetal gray with black leather. About 40,000 hard miles. The body was good but the leather seats needed re-stitching. Picked it up in town and took the back roads to our farm. Naturally, the first thing I tried to do was top-end it and when I banged fourth gear at 6,500 around 100 mph on the tiny back road straightaway, the clutch slipped and that’s all I could get. Hit a 90 degree left-hander in second gear going in around 40 and nailed it just before the apex. The backend came around nicely so I corrected with the wheel to the right and gave it more gas. The wood steering wheel flexed and I freaked for about 2/10 of a second and went with the flow and came out of the corner 20 mph faster than when I entered it 1.8 seconds before. The vibrations and exhaust note of that car were exhilarating reminding me of the hairiest Brit motorcycles I had ridden like Triumphs, Enfields and Nortons. The owner wanted to sell me the car for $2,000 but when my neighbor girlfriend’s older brother who raced an MGB told me that a clutch job on an E-Type was about $400, I decided not to buy it. Oh well.