When I was in my late teens I absolutely adored the shape of the Jaguar XJ. That expansive bonnet stretching toward the quartet of headlamps was perfectly proportioned and the retro looks underlined the brands heritage without feeling contrived. Compared to its self-consciously and aggressively forward-looking German contemporaries, I thought
Ben is a motoring enthusiast and racing fan, with a passion for anything with a big engine that goes fast. He can therefore be found hanging around drag strips talking unfathomably about 10 seconds and quarter miles. Despite this, and a weakness for American muscle, he drives a SAAB 9-3.