Charming coincidence. My fraternity buddy (late '60s) had a '63 S-Type in fire engine red. We rammed around in it all the time. Had one interesting night on the freeway north of Seattle, coming home. We came alongside a GTO. Of course, chest hairs sprang forth and we both commenced to step on the gas. The GTO was starting to lead, then we came to a curve in the freeway, and while the Jag cruised around like it was on rails, the GTO was crabbing and braking to keep from departing the road. We had a great laugh. Not much later, we came alongside a Porsche 911 and challenged him. Then the Porsche turned on Warp Drive and its taillights suddenly appeared on the horizon. We were chastened.
It was a great car, but apparently too expensive to maintain, and he replaced it with a late model Ford Mustang. That one we took on a road trip to Colorado and back.
Charming coincidence. My fraternity buddy (late '60s) had a '63 S-Type in fire engine red. We rammed around in it all the time. Had one interesting night on the freeway north of Seattle, coming home. We came alongside a GTO. Of course, chest hairs sprang forth and we both commenced to step on the gas. The GTO was starting to lead, then we came to a curve in the freeway, and while the Jag cruised around like it was on rails, the GTO was crabbing and braking to keep from departing the road. We had a great laugh. Not much later, we came alongside a Porsche 911 and challenged him. Then the Porsche turned on Warp Drive and its taillights suddenly appeared on the horizon. We were chastened.
It was a great car, but apparently too expensive to maintain, and he replaced it with a late model Ford Mustang. That one we took on a road trip to Colorado and back.