On The Street: New York Jag

by Gunnar Heinrich ::: img Automobiles De Luxe ::: Jaguar MK2 3.8 Litre

JUST about everything in New York is dog-eared from hard use. Curbs, door frames, taxis, shoes…this 60′s MK2 Jag’s no exception. I found this aged cat – its ass sticking halfway into 26th Street, this side of 10th – diagonally across from a Tesla showroom.

Stoically, the cat sat as I took picture after picture. Like some British lion, its best years well past, there’s some aspect of this Jaguar – as with almost any Jaguar – that never lost its luster.

It’s something that’s neither really engineered nor fitted, but has more to do with an inert passion that’s espoused in every glint of chrome and every curve of line.

It’s why when I stopped to observe the black MK2 with wire rims, another pedestrian was compelled to stop, too.

She marveled for a spell and then took out her camera and capture one photo, then two, then three, then four. You see, almost regardless of condition, not only is the sex appeal of a vintage Jag universal – it’s addictive.