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Weekly Motor Fix: the ultimate ’60s getaway car

16 March, 2015

 

In the late ’50s, early ’60s the S-Type Jaguar quickly established itself as the ultimate ‘Q’ car — no ’60s bank job was complete without a 3.8 getaway car. With a larger rear compartment than the popular Mk2,  the S-type could more readily accommodate all members of the robbery team, and the smooth ride, afforded by Jaguar’s newly developed independent rear suspension, meant that the team could easily sort out items, such as the gelignite, en route to the job without fear of a broken road surface setting off a detonator.

Once the blag had been completed successfully, the S-Type provided a capacious boot more than capable of carrying a few dozen mailbags stuffed with cash.

Of course, prior to the bank job, that large boot would’ve easily accommodated essential items such as sawn-off shotguns, heavy-duty electric drills, bolt cutters, and acetylene cutting equipment.

Jaguar’s 3.8 Mk2 was quicker but, bearing in mind all of the above advantages, there is no doubt that the reduced top speed of the S-Type was only a minor handicap when the Sweeney could only afford to run Fords.

With all of that in mind, not surprisingly, the 3.8 S-Type’s most important claim to cinematic fame was as the lead vehicle in the rubber-burning police car chase, that opened British crime film Robbery in 1967. In that dramatization of the 1963 ‘Great Train Robbery’, the S-type is driven by villains during a wages snatch in Bracknell, sealing the car’s image for an entire generation.

However, we doubt that the beautiful example featured here has been involved in any unlawful activities during its life. This fully restored 1965  3.8 MOD S-Type Jaguar has been the subject of a full nut-and-bolt restoration by the current owner, who purchased the Jaguar from the third owner in November 2007. It was a matching-numbers car, complete even if shabby, and the current owner felt it was worth restoring.

Finished in  ‘Opalescent Maroon’ — the original colour — this S-Type boasts a completely reconditioned engine and drivetrain. The interior wood was original, all numbered to this car and matched.  It was stripped, carefully repaired where needed, and finished with Danish oil — eight coats.  The interior trim and leather seat repairs were redone and recoloured in ‘Sand’, and included new wool headlining, trim rails, and sun visors, new underfelts, and Wilton carpets, fit for any criminal gang.  

Almost mythical pony

The Shelby came to our shores in 2003. It went from the original New Zealand owner to an owner in Auckland. Malcolm just happened to be in the right place with the right amount of money in 2018 and a deal was done. Since then, plenty of people have tried to buy it off him. The odometer reads 92,300 miles. From the condition of the car that seems to be correct and only the first time around.
Malcolm’s car is an automatic. It has the 1966 dashboard, the back seat, the rear quarter windows and the scoops funnelling air to the rear brakes.
He even has the original bill of sale from October 1965 in California.

Becoming fond of Fords part two – happy times with Escorts

In part one of this Ford-flavoured trip down memory lane I recalled a sad and instructive episode when I learned my shortcomings as a car tuner, something that tainted my appreciation of Mk2 Ford Escort vans in particular. Prior to that I had a couple of other Ford entanglements of slightly more redeeming merit. There were two Mk1 Escorts I had got my hands on: a 1972 1300 XL belonging to my father and a later, end-of-line, English-assembled 1974 1100, which my partner and I bought from Panmure Motors Ford in Auckland in 1980. Both those cars were the high water mark of my relationship with the Ford Motor Co. I liked the Mk1 Escorts. They were nice, nippy, small cars, particularly the 1300, which handled really well, and had a very precise gearbox for the time.
Images of Jim Richards in the Carney Racing Williment-built Twin Cam Escort and Paul Fahey in the Alan Mann–built Escort FVA often loomed in my imagination when I was driving these Mk1 Escorts — not that I was under any illusion of comparable driving skills, but they had to be having just as much fun as I was steering the basic versions of these projectiles.