XJS & XJ from KWE Cars
Classic Spirit Reborn


KWE-prepared XJS on BBC television

WineBookExtractIn July 06 KWE sourced and prepared a 1991 XJS V12 convertible for James May and Oz Clark to take part in a 6 part programme about French wine throughout August.

Rather like the film Sideways, the pair drove around the French wine-making districts in the XJS, sampling and describing the local produce. Two handmade wine racks were fitted in the boot.


As seen on TV: the sexiest car in the world

As I write, the staff of Top Gear magazine are working on a bumper summer issue in which they claim to have identified 100 sexy cars and to have arrived at the absolute sexiest car of all time.

It’s quite a project, and one I have been party to. Unfortunately, though, I am unable to tell you the winner because the issue will not come out until several days after this newspaper is printed, and I’ve been expressly forbidden to tell anyone. All I can reveal at this stage is that they’ve got it wrong.


KWE sponsors European MotorSport (EMS) Jaguar racing team

KWE has taken up the opportunity to join the other sponsors of EMS and we can be seen on the front wings of the bright yellow EMS saloons.

We fully expect to be seen on the podium at every race!


KWE at Goodwood 2005

The Festival of Speed seemed quieter in the Exhibition areas this year, but we’re grateful for the many visitors to our stand and for their admiration of our cars!

305_1_GenView-1As usual, every visitor said they thought the Series 3 XJ was the best saloon Jaguar ever made – for looks inside and out.

Our Top Gear-featured XJS got a lot of attention and again there was general agreement that the model is destined to be a classic – possibly even outshining the E type! KWE, of course, sets out to make these excellent cars reliable and practical for renewed everyday use.

KWE featured in Daily Mail

In a recent article by Michael Hanlon of the Daily Mail, a KWE XJ12 was very favourably reviewed

New Jags for old by Michael Hanlon

‘Ah, that’s more like it’, my wife said as I picked her up at the lights. It was pouring with rain and she slid appreciatively into acres of squishy magnolia leather before checking her reflection in the mirror-finished wooden dash.

Our last posh review car had been a swanky BMW convertible. Shiny and new, it had all the buttons, went like the clappers, looked utterly glam, yet for some mysterious reason was rather unlovable (like, one suspects, many BMW drivers).