Someone referred to me as a ‘Jag Man’ the other day. Jag man! Gad, that makes me sound like an old buffer who lives in the Home Counties with a penchant for tweed and who refers to his wife as The Memsahib! First, it’s never ‘Jag’ but ‘Jaguar’, as racing driver Mike Salmon once upbraided me at Goodwood Circuit. I should have have asked him: ‘Well then, Michael, why do you call yourself Mike?’
Fellow columnist Jay Leno is a ‘Jaguar man’ as well. As a child visited Jay years ago at his Big Dog Garage, next to Hollywood Burbank Airport in California. There Jay displayed his enthusiasm and hands-on knowledge. He spent about an hour lying on the floor with a cigarette lighter trying to get one of his steam cars to fire-up, but no bother because the garage is immaculate and Jay only wears fit-for-purpose denim. With that accomplished, he eagerly showed us his latest bang-up-to-date 3D printer.
