This car is not of this world.
Edgar Allen Poe said that perfection was not achievable in this life.
Well, either Colin Chapman and Frank Costin proved him wrong or they were from a higher place. Since Costin was no angel, we can rule out heavenly intervention. Yet, I still think that they didn’t belong here among us earthlings. The Eleven is virtually perfect, and perfection isn’t something we see here.
The first time I saw an Eleven in the flesh was at Mid-Ohio in 1988. I stood slack jawed as “Team Deep Steam” rounded the hairpin in what looked to be a highly polished UFO. I concluded that I had somehow stepped through a worm hole in Lexington Ohio when the Eleven seemed to levitate around the track.
Prior to this event I believed that Malcolm Sayer had a corner on liquid metal design, but here was a car whose fluid form upstaged even the great Jaguars of the ’50s. It moved like a flying saucer. After some thought, I determined that the round shapes peaking out from under the mercury skin were not wheels…
…they were landing gear.
My list of favorite cars may have no end, but it has to start somewhere. So here it starts…
The Triumph TR-4 is so brutally honest as to deserve a top spot on my list of great sports cars.
When I look at the pile of parts in my garage that is a ‘65 E-type and think that if I had just bought a running TR-4 twenty years ago instead of the Jag I could have been driving a classic. Instead, I’ve had the pleasure of looking a never ending pile of work for two decades.
I could have been happy with a TR-4.
The TR-4 is tough, masculine and unashamedly British. It is also a good car. It handles well and has plenty of power. It will drop its top when the sun is out, and assuming you’ve done the maintenance (Lucas elimination), it won’t let you down. Drive it, own it, and enjoy it while never having to worry about getting a door dent. Heck, a door ding may improve the image. You won’t look like you are trying to be cool, while effortlessly being so. A TR-4 says you have great taste but nothing to prove. Style without stigma. Pleasure without plastic. Perhaps no one will envy you (except me) but no one is going to think you are compensating.
IMHO upgrades should include a roll bar, Panasports, leather interior, a built motor and a canvas top. I’d go BRG insead of Red.
I got the following response via email from my brother-in-law Steve;
My Sports Car pick for Steve is above.
As a car designer I am frequently asked to give my advice about cars. Usually the requests have to do with buying a current production transportation appliance. The questions often resemble this, “I have 2 kids and a dog and not a lot of money, what should I buy, Fusion, Camry or Accord”?
Yawn.
But every once in a while someone has the good fortune/bad sense to be in the market for a sports car – a toy to own and drive for the joy of it. These cases get my undivided attention. It is a wonderful situation, similar to when, say, a woman in Macy’s asks my wife to help pick out dress shoes. It’s real good, you just roll in it.
When someone asks me about buying a sports car I am ready. I am Madden on football. I’m armed with overbearing opinion and endless stats. I will hit you with questions first, to set the boundaries. Will you race it? What is your taste, price range, national bias, personality type, mechanical aptitude, garage space? Certainly price sets the toughest limitation, but there is an enormous number of choices for new or classic sports cars for any price range. However, given a fixed set of objectives I believe that there is always one best car for any one person. I’ll formulate a perfect answer to your sports car need.
But here’s a secret. Want to be happy with a sports car? Then take my answer and toss it.
Don’t even pretend to buy a sports car for a rational or calculated reason. There are none. A Fusion is a much better choice than even the most practical sports car. And NEVER ever let someone else’s ideas (even mine) affect your decision. Buy a sports car because you absolutely love it. Buy it because it makes your mouth wet. Buy it because you’ve just gotta have it.
Look, ultimately the car is going to be a pain in the butt, no sense living with something that you will suffer with IF you don’t love it.
What would that be in womans shoes? Prada heels?









