Stephen Mitchell at the wheel of the Ferrari 250 GT/L not too long after purchasing it.
After a year or so of Jaguar E-Type ownership (‘There’s nothing like Jaguar motoring!” D.S. Jenkinson was fond of writing in Motor Sport magazine), I had grown weary of breaking down at the side of the road albeit in some very picturesque locations — the California desert, the Malibu coastline, along Route 66 in Arizona — not to mention my driveway when starting off on a much-anticipated trip. The Jaguar was like being married to the most beautiful and most temperamental woman in the world. I was the envy of everyone but few knew of the frustrations. If only I had a dollar for every time someone approached me as I sat in the car waiting for a tow truck to have them tell me how lucky I was to own such a beautiful car! Well, of course, they were right, and yet…
