This could have just been some dickhead with an overweight old Jag and a sticker machine, except for this little badge in the window:
I really wish we got to see this thing rolling through one of those pathetically quaint French farm towns we were lost in the day before.
Curious from a distance, yet appalling up close, this is a strong reminder that names like Jeb and Clyde originated in England.
Yeah, obviously this is two different cars, but if I left one out, you woudn’t have as many pretty pictures to look at. Clearly the one with original wheels looks better, but I wouldn’t kick either out of my driveway.