The Big Cat, of course, is my 1969 Jaguar XK-E Series II roadster. Music
may calm the savage beast (unless of course it's Rage Against the Machine),
but nothing soothes the soul like all the headroom in the world and the
howl of six cylinders on a cool summer night. It's truly a wonderful car.
Being an American and all, I hate to say it, but it's twice the car the my
Pony car is.
Here's the old girl on a bright sunny day in Colorado.
Everyone should own at least one car older than they are.
"Grace, Pace, and Space"