Checked out the British Car Show at Britannia Park on Saturday Morning, and even [info]idioglossia had herself a good time before we went for breakfast.



Normally, I'm all over the American Muscle, but there's something about the British cars of the sixties and seventies (and occasionally, the 80's). Take this Jaguar. Distinctive, aggressive, and undeniably classy. I like modern Jaguars, but damn. This has personality and class. Today, driving a Jaguar says you're doing OK. Yesteryear, Driving a Jaguar said you had arrived.