The stable, the horse, the Jensen. I rest my case that a grand convertible makes for far more exciting tack than any Hermès saddle. When I think of proper 1970s playboys, especially of the European kind, I think of them piloting their Jensen Interceptors — in this case, right up to the thoroughbred. You have to love a big, elegant British touring car that happens to have a thumping American V8 shoved under the hood: For the Interceptors, Chrysler's big-block 383 and 440 supplied the (forgive me) horsepower. In its 10-year run, the Jensen came predominantly as a coupe with an enormous curved-glass rear hatch, but for me, the rarer convertible does it. Just look at that poise, those curves, that taut musculature. I'm not talking about the horse.
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