The setting: a dark pub in a 200 year-old building in Warwickshire, UK. There, we run into the proprietor of the inn down the road where we’re staying the night. He knows that we’ll be visiting Land Rover’s Design & Engineering Centre in Gaydon the following morning. Over a glass of creamy, tepid ale he tells us, “There’s another American that comes here once in a while. Big fellow with blond hair and glasses. Always looking up factory records and such.”
That could really be anybody, but I knew immediately who it was. “Is his name Ben?”