Vintage View: The Jaguar E-type

The surreal taper of the back-end is unmistakable even in drizzling, humdrum surroundings. Having roughly dropped an armful of tender shrubs from waist height to the ground beside my grubby Landcruiser, my husband performed the ‘I’m not looking at your car’ stealth-tango between the lesser jalopies.
Core pulled tight, on-point, eyes snapped wide — ‘no-no-no-no’ he yelled wildly on reaching his quarry — loudly enough to alert the female owner of the Jag’ approaching with a trolly of gardening ballast.