i’d sworn i wasn’t going to go anywhere near my computer last saturday and then i found myself doing this … dready f-type jaguar … with ostrich!
when i was a yute in jamaica my grandfather drove jaguars and i lived with my grandfather … he loved jaguars.
i have vague memories of the jaguar before but i remember the 1968 xj6; it was an ugly green and had an automatic transmission with a small stylish lever and an engine that you couldn’t see for the wires.
i broke that car twice … once i broke the automatic transmission by fiddling and once i broke the car by rolling it backward out of the garage and over a low wall.
my father drove an e-type around the same time but i don’t remember it … i remember him driving a buick skylark convertible with red interior and us, in the back seat, headed out the palisadoes strip with the wind in our faces.
so, i have an affinity for jaguars; they’re part of the joy of my childhood: grandpa and i took many journeys together in the jaguars; on his rounds as chairman of the board, out to the farm on wednesdays and saturdays, trips to country and up to the blue mountains …
anyhow, if you don’t get why the ostrich is there is because i imagined the car driving down european roads … and the sign says austria, in austrian, ostereich … ostrich!