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by Anura Guruge
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This is all per the ‘master plan’. The the lease on the KIA Sportage was expiring ‘now’. Around February/March Devanee and I agreed that we will replace the KIA with two (2) Jags. The lease on the KIA was $222/month. I worked out I could get two OLD Jags for way less than that. And that is what we did.
We returned the KIA last week. We picked up a very nice, but very affordable, Jaguar XJ8, in Philadelphia, from “European-Cars” (eBay), two-weeks earlier.
Today, we had the XJS hand delivered by a very nice gentleman from Burlington, Vt. I had found it on Craigslist. We agreed on a good price. There was no point me driving 3 hours (one way) to Burlington to pick it up. I was buying it ‘as is’ and ‘as is’ was not bad. So I convinced him to drive it down (for the same price). He did. We have the XJS. We are pleased. 75,000 miles.
Devanee wanted an XJ8 and an XJS. The 12 cylinders and convertible were negotiable BUT she wanted it black. Well, I got her what she wanted.
.by Anura Guruge
Prior ‘The Economist’ related post:
>> Where I get my irreverent humor … Nov. 30, 2012.
A 1988 index that ranked 50 countries had U.S. as #1. See below.
This is, of course, a very subjective list, based on an ‘happiness’ quotient.
Some of it makes sense to me. That Sri Lanka, where I was born in 1953, came ahead of India (#66), Pakistan (#75) and Bangladesh (#77), the three neighbouring countries makes sense, even given India’s now bestriding economy. Yes, given a choice, even today, between those 4 countries, I will, without hesitation, pick Sri Lanka.
Yes, of the top countries I have been to: Switzerland, Sweden, Denmark, Netherlands, Hong Kong, Austria & Belgium. (Yes, I have been to Canada and Germany multiple times, but it is not something I want to brag about.)
Yes, all of those countries makes sense. Just last week I did mention that I had thought about moving to Belgium in the mid-1980s — and ended up coming here, for what I thought was a 2-year ‘tax’ exile.
Switzerland is indubitably nice. I could live there. Denmark is beyond wonderful. In 1984 I drove across Denmark in a convertible, silver TR-7. Many people in the countryside had never seen a TR-7. Beautiful country. Delightful people. I know Sweden quite well. Not sure I would want to live there. Even by New Hampshire standards their winters are grim. Alcoholism and suicide due to the weather used to be a huge problem. Not sure what it is now.
The Netherlands is great in all respects. Great, great people. I have spent a lot of time in Holland.
Yes, I understand how Canada comes in at #9, but I could never live there. I have even stopped visiting — though I used to go very often. I think of it as the frozen tundra to the north of us. I have been to Israel. Wasn’t the greatest trip. It was in 1992. And officials thought I was and treated me as a Palestinian. That was not one. But most of the people are very nice and you can’t beat the location.
Anyway … here is an extract from the 1988 list:
.by Anura Guruge
Though I grew up on British sports cars, Triumph Spitfires, TR7, MGs and the like, I gained a real liking for GM Camaros, Firebirds and Corvettes once I git here. Owned quite a few Camaros and brilliant, green convertible Firebird — one of the first to have traction control (so I could drive it in the snow in NH).
I, alas, have only had one Corvette. A bright yellow, 1995 convertible. I actually bought it for my oldest daughter Danielle in 2000. I gave it to her when she turned 16. She drove it a little and then, quite wisely, said she wanted to sell it and get a new car. We did that. The Corvette had appreciated and by a rare stroke of luck they had sold me an extended bumper-to-bumper warranty (with towing included) so the maintenance didn’t cots me much. It wasn’t the most reliable car I have owned, but it was fun.
I don’t like non-convertible sports car. So many of the recent Corvettes had no appeal to me. But, I really do like this new one.
…by Anura Guruge
Alas, it is NOT mine! It is also NOT for sale — though, obviously, as the saying correctly foretells, everything and everybody does have a price. This is his 2nd Jensen-Healey. He had his 1st in College but had to sell it when he had his first child. So now, quite a bit older, he is determined to hold onto this — and I understand. He worked on this car for a long time. It looks fabulous. Sounds good too. Great job. He is very happy and proud; as he should be. [As is always the case the wife refers to it as his ‘mid-life crisis’. I told her yesterday that I hope he has quite few more crises.]
I won’t divulge where the car is or who owns it — though he is quite famous in Alton circles. It is NOT on our road — so don’t bother coming cruising around. It is also garaged and they have a long driveway going up a steep incline. So you won’t even see the garage from the road.
If you really, really, really want to see this Healey e-mail me and I will SEE if I can arrange for you to see it. Otherwise just keep an eye for it on Rte 28 in Alton or at Prospect Mountain High School. No guarantee. It is not registered right now.
I would, as a Brit, like to have another British sports car. I have owned 4: 2 Spitfire 1500s (one bright red and the other Pageant Blue (a color I hated, but the only color I could get in 1978), a TR7 convertible (the 3rd but last built) and an MG Midget (that I bought from a neighbor, in Gilford, in 2000). I always wanted a Triumph Stag — which I consider the most beautiful car of that era, prior to the TR7. The unreliability of the Stag, even by British standards of the time, were legendary. I was always told that if I got one I would have to replace the engine with a U.S. V8. So, I ended up getting the TR7. I had a look the other day on eBay just out of curiosity. Only 1 listing for a Stag! Wow.
I had a rich friend back in the UK, in the 70s, who had a Jensen Interceptor. That was the only car that I knew that was more prone to failure than the stag. It was his pride and joy — but it was always breaking down. It would always be a call, from a phone booth (this being way, way, way before cell phones), I am stuck I will be late. Driving off in the Interceptor was going to be the highlight of his extremely lavish wedding, to a dentist, at a stately manor house. Yes, you guessed it. The Jensen didn’t work! He took it quite well.