A white E-type, 3.8 version with external bonnet latches (early series 1).
Alas, nowhere to keep it and I could not afford to own it, even though it would be a doddle to repair (I was involved with engine rebuilds and body surgery on a few Mk2 jags many years ago.)
I still vividly remember my first rides in one, a high speed return lift to the dentist. My Maths Master (not the model above) at the boarding school had recently taken delivery of a brand new white fixed head (other car lwb Landrover), and school was five miles out in the empty country away from the little town. He needed to do some shopping.
The Maths Master was a fan of Stirling Moss, and followed his (apparently) one and only economy rule “Foot flat to peak revs in each gear, switch off and coast the rest of the way.” Which is exactly what he did, mentioning he had only one shot of the brakes before needing to turn on the engine again. As a sixteen year old with a fresh new driving license I had no fear and thoroughly enjoyed the two rapid trips.
That was the day I became hooked on the E-type.
Now, personally much older and slower, these days I find the safer NC is a perfect substitute.