Maybe it was the atmosphere at the Revival, or just the realisation of how much I take my 7D for granted, but me and my wing man Rog decided to have an old school shoot out: 24 shots, no deletes and all straight out of the camera, just like the good old days. I very rarely shoot in B&W and worse still never use an SLR (despite having a few and some films gathering dust in the loft). For shame. It’s amazing how knowing you only have a limited number shots focusses the mind and really gets you thinking about every aspect of what you’re pointing your lens at. Here’s a few of mine, the winner is still up for debate…
Money can’t buy you taste, but those with money and taste go to Goodwood Revival. How do I even begin to put this event into words…breathtaking? Not really cutting it. Everything apart from the cars was amazing: the clothes, the people, the details, the shows, the signs, the venue, the food, the aircraft and the atmosphere. The cars however, were mind-blowing and the racing was the best I’d ever seen (including, but not limited to the WRC and F1). I wanted that weekend to be the rest of my life. I wish it was 1964. I wish ever day was filled with Ferraris, Aston Martins, Porsches and touring car races won with grit and fearlessness, rather than billion pound aerodynamic tweaks.
Here’s round one of my pics, drink ‘em in, because however good you think it was from seeing these…it was better.
While the Scene Queens were hitting Players 4.0, I was keeping it distinctly more “village fate” at a local classic show. I’m still on the detox from another hardcore summer at the shows and this classic gathering was a refreshing change. OK, there are a lot of stockers, but these cars are built by passionate owners the way they want them, rather than to score internet points and I’m down with that. Anyway, pics:
Last Friday was wheels day at work. Basically, they cone off half the car park and everyone brings in their toys for a bit of show and tell. There was also an opportunity to have a few laps of the emissions circuit. Luckily, someone dropped out so I got a place and made some emissions!
Spectator photo: Got track fitment?
Here’s a better pic of the exhaust fitted. I drove it a decent distance for the first time this week since fitting it; it was so loud it made me feel sick. At least now I know it’s loud enough.
Now, unless you have been living in a cave, you could not have avoided the media hype surrounding the launch of the new Jaguar XJ. Having been involved with this car over the last couple of years it was particularly exciting for me to see it launched.
And believe me when I say the hype is justified; Not only does it complete the trilogy (in line with the XK and XF) cementing the new design direction, but it also showcases just how technically advanced the company is.
As some of you know I have been working at Jaguar Land Rover now for nearly 3 years now and in that time the perks have been fairly limited, well there hasn’t been any really, but that’s kind of the nature of my job…Then, this week, I scored the loan of an 08 Jaguar XF.
The car in question was a 2.7 TDV6 with, what seemed to me (bearing in mind I think electric windows constitutes a high spec) lots of toys!
Now, I have to be honest and say this kind of car is not really my thing. I appreciate how awesome it is and it’s breadth of capability but, I like my cars to be edgy, hard work, noisy and generally quite unpleasant to drive; I’m a little strange like that.
Then it happened, everything about this car fell into place…I’d had a stressful day at work, it was late and wanted to get my 45mile commute home over with as soon as possible.
As I walked up to the car I popped the boot and threw in my bag. I jumped in, dropped the smart key in the glove box and pushed the throbbing engine start button. A few clicks of the touch screen and the temperature was being taken down to a refreshing 18 degrees while the Bowers and Wilkins stereo played one of the many media choices I had laid out for me. With the cruise on, I was home and soothed in what felt like a few minutes.
And there it is. This car just makes life more comfortable and distances easy. Suddenly everywhere felt a lot closer.
Despite this being the least powerful of the XF range, when set in Sport mode and flicking through the gears using your fingertips on the paddles, the car is surprisingly dynamic.
So that’s it I’m ruined. I have gone soft and I’m only 24! OK, it’s not that bad; a B-road blast in the Roadster cured the worst of it, but I’m not so sure how I’ll feel on my 90 mile-a-day motorway commute!