Tales From the Classic Cars

A fun blog post from the perspective of a classic convertible for rent, wishing it was a spy.

Ah, 1952. I emerged from the factory with the grace of a ballroom dancer and the confidence of a royal decree. My chrome gleamed like a...

Hi there. Name’s Rudy — 1939 Jaguar SS100, a creamy white, chocolate-brown trim, and an engine that still growls like it did the day I rolled off the line.