Yeah, and the TWA signs all over the place. Now that's cool.
The scene with Don and Joan in the Jag was marred by the un-Jaguar sound track, XK engines are very distinctive and that wasn't doing it. I can see why it didn't do anything for Don. Real E-Types of the time were like guided missiles, even Corvette guys liked to drive one at least to try it out because 250 hp cars then weren't too plentiful. I think Matt Weiner has a thing about them, must've believed all of the bad jokes or actually owned some bad Jags.
I bought my MGB from my Mom. She drove it until she was about 8 months pregnant with my brother and took her California drivers test in it when we moved to Hollywood Riviera from Chicago. Then my dad took to it for commuting to LAX until he got his E-Type. My Dad was a TWA captain but he didn't always drive, he was living in California in the 60's, man. He also taught my sisters to drive, fly and operate our boats. Very important to me because I could water ski with them driving the boat rather than me dragging around everyone else.
I knew several girls at school that had British cars in high school, typically a TR-6 was a girl's car because it was bought by her parents. One girl had a TR-4 that she had a really bad accident in. None of the girls I knew would let you drive their cars, my girlfriend my senior year had a 260Z and I couldn't touch it. There was my MGB, a Spitfire, GT-6, TR-3 and a MkII. Once I saw a car I didn't recognise, it was an Iso Rivolta driven by a very pretty blonde lady playing tennis after school with her very pretty blonde daughter, the foreign girl that didn't like to talk to anyone.
But then that's SoCal...