Artemas DRIVE

Well, goodness, won’t this be a jolly adventure. It is still dark, but our presence here is causing a sore-thumb resonance for other park-goers. Good morning, please don’t mind us. Jog on by. We will just unload the racing car and fire it up. Locate the kill switch, reconnect this and that, prod the starter and chug, chug, chug… contact! Normally, a Jaguar E-type emits an exhaust note that is crisp and burbly. It isn’t so vulgar as to be loud. Here, not so much. This straight-six is gloriously uproarious, the non-local doing his best to quell the impulse to flex the throttle. That, and to discharge a frothy comment or two.