I am a nut for British design, but I must admit that at first my relationship with it was love-hate. My first car, a 1958 Austin Healey "bug-eye" Sprite, was a delight to drive but was seldom up to the challenge. Since the Beatles, it seems British stuff has continued to get better. Today, it is often second to none. For one, there's my new Land Rover, which, like most things British, is quite distinct and a pleasure to drive. For another, there's Fairline's Squadron 62.