Behold: a conceptual ‘retro-futuristic’ redesign of the Jaguar E-type by automotive designer Khyzl Saleem.
Stretched, lowered, diffused, scooped, cut, lipped, skirted and stylised.
It’s monstrous.
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monstrosity
You’d never get it over a speedbump.
It looks like something used for anal titillation.
Good lord!
and she’s back !
Nah, they usually have a name like…
em…I don’t know.
I suppose it will make some botty happy alright.
Bidda flip Millie.
Welcome back, my lady :-)
Whose lady?
*gasps*
that’s not what those pelvic floor exercises are for, millzer
and now you know how i feel about cats in tights.
I don’t want to know…
Do they make you want to put a Jag in your gicker?
now I really don’t want to know!
Undoubtedly
Getting rear ended is now totally different.
Was that meant as a reply to Fluffy Biscuits article?
Jaguarse
Mildred.
To know her is to love her.
We’ve missed you.
Hope you’re getting some sleep.
Na na na na na na na na nah!
When the Brixiteers come up with their own
Was it for this thingie
It will include this Jag in its set list
Hopefully Jeremy Clarkson lives to see it
Love it!
Dunno, looks pretty rad to me.
o matt, matt, wherefore art thou matt?
Put one of these in his gicker a few years back. Toughest game in the world. Collapsed near the Red Cow roundabout. Had to get Twink to call the paramedics. Replaced it with the dog hair attachment off an old Hoover. Never looked back.
Where is Matt?
I have no idea why this particular shot would remind me, but I have a soft spot for the car in which I made the fastest Waterford to Dublin run in my life. My boss needed to be at his girlfriend’s place by a certain time, and we were still working on a tricky cabling job. Anyone who has done multi-core audio cabling will understand, and this was a 32 core job. Nearly a jobbie!
So we pack the car when done, and he is bemoaning the loss of lady friend commiserations later that evening. I wanted use of the car. So we made a deal. I get him there in time, I get to use the car for the weekend. This was in the days before we had motorways – even the first, the M7 – was still under construction. This was a challenge.
I do not advise it, but I think I may have been just a blue streak on any cameras that existed then, and those that did see probably did not believe what they saw.
I think I may have had the fastest trip through Carlow town at rush hour, and probably broke all the local laws.
At a time when the usual time was about 3 hours, I did it in just under 1 hour 20 minutes. I would challenge this car to do the same under the same circumstances.
The car was a 1991 Diahatsu Charade 993 cc diesel.
My first car! Two seater, drove round the country a million times with no bother. God, I loved her. LH 941.
They just kept going! I miss that car.
I met mechanics who had never heard of a 1 litre diesel before. They were stunned. The van back was a bedroom on many occasion too.
Fair play. Hideous from every angle.