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A friend of mine used to own a Jaguar. In fact he owned a series of Jags during the '70s and '80s. This was a time when Jaguar quality control was – how shall I put it – less than perfect? At the time I was driving German and Japanese made cars, and only visited the dealership for oil changes. Al on the other hand knew the Jag dealership's mechanics by their first names. He knew their freek'n kids first names. He had to. He spent a lot of time hanging out in the garage with them, frequently on weekends. Poor Al, right? But, when we went anywhere together we took his car. Why? Because, as he claimed, the Jag had "character", and I completely agreed with him.
Via Thomas Menk
