Background
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The Jaguar brand of today has DNA of a distinctly sporting nature running through it like words through a stick of rock.
The name is evocative of power and performance. Consciously or otherwise, the brand’s image and values somehow serve to quicken the pulse, sharpen the senses and free the imagination to dream of chequered flags, pit stops and podiums.
But it wasn’t always like that.
Jaguar’s now familiar sporting brand legacy was hard won back in the early 1950s by men to whom driving flat out in the rain, at night, in the 24 Heures du Mans endurance race must have seemed a relatively safe thing to do compared with their WWII experiences.
The C Type (the ‘C’ stands for competition) was based on the 3.4 litre twin-cam straight-6 engine and running gear of the XK120, a car whose Jessica Rabbit curves first seduced the motoring press at the 1948 London Motor Show.
It was the last in a noble line of two-seater racing cars in which you could drive from your Belgravia home to the circuit, enjoy a spot of lunch and a decent Margaux, win the race, and drive back again for a few celebratory snifters at Boodle's or the Athenaeum.
The first C Types came with an aerodynamic aluminium body, a lightweight tubular frame and an engine initially fettled to produce 205bhp or thereabouts.
In this guise, and driven by the Walker/Whitehead pairing, the C Type won Le Mans at its first attempt in 1951.
Duncan Hamilton and Tony Rolt went on to win the 1953 24 Heures du Mans race in a Works Lightweight C Type at an average speed of 108.85mph, the first time any entrant had averaged over 100mph.
This car had three DCO3 40mm Weber carburettors, which helped boost power to 220bhp. The car was also lighter and, vitally, had Dunlop disc brakes all round.
Before the race, Hamilton and Rolt had allegedly spent all night drinking whatever they could get their hands on in a bar near the circuit. They did this to drown their sorrows in the mistaken belief that they had been disqualified from starting the race due to a mix up over race numbers.
They were only disavowed of this misconception by Jaguar boss William Lyons at 10.00 a.m. on the morning of the race.
He found them in another bar, dragged them out, poured pints of black coffee down them and sent them off to get ready. The pair spent the day feeling increasingly hungover, tired and generally awful.
Finally, it was decided (by Hamilton) that a restorative hair-of-the-dog was what was needed.
Probably at least two hairs, possibly more than one dog.
A couple of hours later, Tony Rolt responded to the fall of the starter’s flag and sprinted across the track towards XKC 051 in the company of 59 other drivers heading for their respective cars and 24 hours of flat-out motor racing.
It really doesn’t bear thinking about.
During the race, a pigeon demolished the windscreen at 150mph and then travelled a few inches further in order to break Hamilton’s nose, perhaps in a final sacrificial act of avian revenge.
Despite all of this, they crossed the finishing line ahead of everyone else and so claimed a legendary and heroic victory.
But perhaps we really shouldn’t be too surprised by that.
Yes, of course, Hamilton and Rolt were exceptionally talented drivers.
But they were also made of far, far tougher stuff than we pampered, risk-averse boomers and millennials.
Among his many claims to fame, the (physically and figuratively) larger-than-life figure of Hamilton had raced yachts and survived plane crashes as a WWII pilot of Lysanders and Seafires in the Fleet Air Arm.
He was acknowledged by his peers as being probably the best wet weather racing driver in an era that included Fangio, Moss, Ascari and Hawthorn, and he seems to have done most of his derring-do in a gentlemanly fug of pipe smoke, engine oil and brandy fumes.
His co-driver, Major Anthony Peter Roylance Rolt, MC & Bar, had escaped from German PoW camps 7 times (yes, you read that right) during WWII before the Germans got properly fed up with him and sent him to Colditz.
When the Americans liberated Colditz in 1945, Rolt was just putting the finishing touches to the famous escape glider he and his fellow prisoners had built and concealed in the castle’s roof space.
These were chaps straight out of an edition of Boy’s Own magazine.
They flew planes, fired Bren guns and crashed Rolls-Royces into London buses.
They hid Lago-Talbots in French coal-bunkers and gave Jerry a bloody nose whenever they got the chance.
They had friends called Lofty, Jumbo, Chalky and Stinker.
They enjoyed racing D Types at 200mph in the searing heat of a Dakar Grand Prix after a particularly fine bottle of lunch.
Splendid.
The racing car in which Hamilton and Rolt won the 1953 Le Mans 24 heures is one of only three Works Lightweight C Types ever built.
It is numbered XKC 051.
The C Type recreation we have for you today is a very close replica, both cosmetically and mechanically, of that iconic car.







