Joy of souks: new Jag XJ hits Morocco
Top Gear magazine’s new longterm XJ subjected to the ultimate initiation: Africa's High Atlas mountains
Posted: 23 Sep 2010
There's a blurry moment when you realise that there's no way you're going to be able to stop. In that moment, I calculated that braking would be dangerous and that if I just kept it pinned I may somehow be able to bluff the immutable laws of physics. Unsurprisingly completely wrong, the Jag landed with a crunch and a twang, bounced up over the other side and... just kept going. Barry said nothing, but refused to look at me for half-an-hour. As his mood darkened, the road got worse, degrading slowly into a cart track, and then, impossibly, into simply a series of large rocks wedged into the ground, heading ever upwards. The underside of the Jag becomes a timpani of scrapes and crunches as we traverse rock falls. There is much wincing.