My Father was a British car fan. Our family cars were Jag MK II's for years.
A parade of other British b(r)ands followed (Super 7's, Europa, other Jags, a rescue TR, MG) and we were fine until the weird Italian stuff started showing up.
We had an intervention.
I loved working on them with my Dad and have nothing but fond memories and, since we were in California, semi rust free.
The art of driving fast slow is all I can say.
I did have a female English teacher my senior year in HS that drove a TR 4 in BRG. Toss up on which one was cuter. I'd have driven either.