This will appeal to the TVR Tuscan Speed Six driver because they will be a man of a certain type. If their testosterone levels weren't already backed up so far you could see the stuff swilling around behind their eyeballs, they will be by the time they've owned the car for six minutes. This is a car for the kind of chap who can wear a cardigan and not look like your grandad, the kind of chap who shaves his palms. It was, as were all TVRs, the automotive equivalent of an Elizabethan wearing a codpiece he could rest his chin on.