I graduated from high school in 1984. I lived through the Radwood era, defined now as being from the 80s to the 90s. My version was loosely based on Alex P. Keaton. Think preppy. Very preppy. No tacky weird colored sweaters. Cashmere, wool, suits, double-breasted, wool. Fine wool. Leather shoes reminiscent of My Three Sons.
I subscribed to and read, religiously, M: The Civilized Man. This was GQ, but for seriously upper class people. Of course, I wasn’t upper class, but I had aspirations. M is gone, but the dream is alive. I do have to be honest and say I’ve embraced business casual. I really hate suits and ties and avoid wearing them at all costs now. But back in the day, I was a major preppy geek and even wore suits and ties to school. Sigh.
This is why my Radwood era car is a 1996 Jaguar XK8. In fact, during this time period, my sister had a Jaguar XJS with a V-12. So, there is some meaning to me for this car. I have driven an XK8 and this is a hero that let me down. It was nice, but it was a dog. It even felt a little cheap.
It is sitting on a mantle with other antique British baubles and bits. Right where it belongs.