Ferrari and TVR have two major things in common: they’re both 70 in 2017, and they’re both named after their respective founders.
Sadly for the British end of the equation, Ferrari sounds faster than Trevor, and Maranello - as industrial as it is - is closer to Bologna and conspicuously not Blackpool. Nerapiscina, anyone?
Even so, and despite frequent brushes with bankruptcy, the abbreviated TVR managed to punch so far above its weight, particularly during its 1990s heyday, that it could have floored Muhammad Ali, Mike Tyson and Carl Froch simultaneously.
Yes, TVRs enjoyed questionable reliability, and a fast drive down a wet B-road could turn a fully paid-up atheist into a swivel-eyed born-again Bible-wrangler.
They smelt a bit funny, too. Well of adhesive, to be honest, enough to get you moderately high, which meant you simply giggled gormlessly as another bit of trim flopped onto the floor.
But they were also an an adventure, a rite-of-passage for a generation raised on front-drive hot hatches suddenly initiated into the black art of oversteer, and their irresistibly curvy, hourglass shapes became steadily more psychedelic. For a while, in fact, Top Gear and TVR went together like fish and chips, until boss Peter Wheeler (rest his soul) cashed in and flogged his baby to a pubescent Russian. Cue the mushy peas.
Now, as you’ll surely know, TVR is back, British-owned, and will be heartily infused with Gordon’s Murray’s design genius and Cosworth power. The new supercar will even top 200mph. With the arrival of the all-new Griffith, here are the company’s greatest hits.