This is a story about enjoying the trip for the sake of it, playing around with a fun car, and making a memorable experience.
A feline thing.
Ticking items off the “things that might kill me about my Jag” list, I finally replaced the front brake pads after several weeks of obnoxious squealing. The fun thing about Jag brake pads is that they lack wear indicators. When they start squealing it means you’re milling the retaining clip down to nothing.
Three years ago, a similar list of this nature was made on Oppo, let’s see how far we’ve gone since then…
No, not quite. Though it is something rarely seen.
I didn’t go to the heckstorm that was Grant Park in Shitcago, but I did get out and about to the hot spots near me, and caught some cool
I haven’t had much to write about for a little bit, but I’ve still been wandering.
Our three year affair with Rs began in Pensacola. My wife drove a ‘09 beige Toyota Corolla. We loathed the car. Mechanically sound? Yes, but the seats were uncomfortable the MPG was not outstanding and overall the price wasn’t worth it. She wanted out, and I love car shopping.
My 1977 Jaguar was certainly a looker, with its long hood and low proportions, tires filling up the wheel wells and the unique flying buttress design in the rear. But for this it did have one glaring flaw: the paint was utter garbage. Oxidized to within an inch of its life and cracking all over I cringed full-body…
So much Tokyo Vice vibe in this one, I can see the spoiled scion of a Yakuza boss rolling through Ginza in this beast
Red white and blue because MERICA. TL;DR Friend showed me how to rebuild the carb and I rebuilt the Jag-to-SBC oil pressure sending unit adapter.
I realized that no one understood why I went nuts when Jaguar unveiled the XE SV Project 8. I said it was the most insane sedan ever...period! The first Hypersedan in my book. Thank goodness Harry is so transparent about SVO projects. He also reminds you that the supercharger on this car requires up to 190 PS in order…
There are two generally agreed-upon rules when it comes to buying a used car on Craigslist: don’t buy someone else’s project, and don’t buy an old Jag. In typical fashion, I have just bought an old Jag that was somebody else’s project and then road-tripped it to Oklahoma to visit my grandmother. Clearly there was…
The configurer is up for the 2018 jaguar F-Type. I really really want one of these cars so badly. Stolen from Car and Driver
So far, anyways.
My XF codenamed Cashmere (or “Cash” for short) is once again retaining coolant. A simple cut hose nearly ended its life a few weekends ago. With that said, here are my personal experiences and inferences on 2010s Jaguar reliability. Are they reliable? Noooo... and I hope they don’t get much better.
Fellow Opponent Conrader mentioned that he was looking at a Jaguar at my local (relatively) CarMax, and since I had to go to Costco—a few minutes away—this weekend anyway, I figured I’d stop by and take a look at it. This turned out to be a bit more involved than I had bargained for, but a good time nonetheless.…
How illegal/unethical/horrible would it be if I tried to start an Oppo transfer train so I could get a car transferred to me without paying for the transfer fee from Carmax? The car is in Washington and I want it to be in KS without paying $1000 for it!