My father had a v12 jag. I drove it one day when I was 14 and home for the summer. Boy was I lucky and boy do we laugh about it now. I have never felt a stronger force than that engine. It was similar to a jet when it takes off only smoother and quieter.

I have picture somewhere of his car floating down the street during "THE PERFECT STORM" on October 31 1991. We lived on the ocean in North Hampton NH. What a sight, his jaguar and our neighbors Porsche bobbing in the waves down the street. He later had it cleaned, dried, and sold.

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