Well, it wasn't the last open sports car. America changed its mind on toplessness. And the Jensen-Healey was not as rust-resistant or trouble free as other cars made by the little factory at West Bromwich. Otherwise this column from The Guardian of 16 September 1972 was accurate and well intentioned. I was careful to insert a caveat in the first paragraph. My brief half an hour's drive was too short for more than a superficial assessment. It was a time for hedging bets. I was unconvinced about Kjell Qvale, the Norwegian-American who had made a fortune selling sports cars in California, and was chagrined at having no Austin-Healeys to sell. You can tell from the way Tony Rudd is spelt why a whimsical Fleet Street called this newspaper The Grauniad.