Went to a Jaguar meetup today. For those of you not in the know, the meetups are mostly about middle-aged men looking under the hoods of each other’s cars and occasionally about hot dogs and Cokes, but always very much about enthusiasts. They are about confirmation, about you not being alone in at least one of your obsessions, and about venerable British cars of which some are modern and reliable but most, um, charming.

In short, if you don’t know what I’m on about, skip to the next blog. Actually, skip to the next one anyway because I’m done for now.