By Nigel Wigmore
There was a moment — like all the best moments in a lifetime of motoring it was unplanned and unrehearsed — when out of the motorway mist came the lumbering shape of an aged Lamborghini.
This Lambo, battering along in the outside lane, was no new flash one fresh from the dusty streets of Dubai but an elderly, silver Countach, the one with a V12 engine like a wardrobe tacked flat on its back.
As it passed my drive, a Jaguar XKR-S Convertible, the Lambo’s driver glanced across. It was an appreciative look: the Jaguar XK in French Racing Blue the epitome of the ultra-fast, modern, road-going sports car. Continue reading