Used to be a Long Journey

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It’s a big hill; steep, curving. No chance to take a run at it. Lorries block you to a crawl. Throttle. Brakes. Throttle. It takes the guts out of a car. And out of a driver, too.

But not this car; not this driver. A clear patch and you put your foot down in 3rd. In a flash the needle says so — you’re away.

How long have you been travelling now? Two hours? Three hours? Travelling fast — 60, 65, 70, 75. But there’s no strain. You’re fresh; relaxed.

A corner comes and goes; and another and another. A surprising absence of roll. You work out your average. It’s high. Somehow this car grips a bend and straightens it out: comes to a hill and flattens it down.

You sit enjoying it.

It’s a good road now. But there have been bad patches; they got lost in the torsion bar suspension, and not a kick in the steering. Only your eyes noticed.

Two hours to go. The light fades.

You snap on the head lights; brightly reassuring in the dusk.

This used to be a long journey. But this car conquers distance.

And what about space? Plenty. You can take up to six with luggage — and still have driving fun.

This car is a waste of money if you don’t care what a car does. There’s such a lot built into it that doesn’t really show until you have it in your hands. Once tried, you’ll say ‘I’d rather go by Javelin! ‘

Top speed 78 m.p.h. Acceleration 0-50 in 13 1/2secs.
Horizontally opposed flat-four 50 B.H.P. engine.

* Javelins came 1st and 3rd in the 1949 Monte Carlo Rally, 1 1/2 litre class.

1 1/2 Litre Jowett Javelin

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