Skytoucher Automatic

The grey Jaguar propelled by the roaring V12 felt alive as your hands grabbed the wooden steering wheel. On your wrist, almost perfectly matching the bodywork of the car, was your Skytoucher Automatic with a glistening grey sunburst dial. The greenery around you turned into a blur as you shifted down a gear and hit the accelerator. The needle on the speedometer of the car, encased in the same polished steel as the case of your watch seemed to follow the fluid motion of the seconds hand floating across the grey dial. As you came up to the crest of the hill, you pointed the long nose of the car towards the horizon. You grinned at the wild symphony emanating from the V12, screaming of pure joy as you let loose all the glory the age old car had to offer. A glance at your wrist gave you all the information you needed, still a good 4 hours of daylight left. Perfect way to end an afternoon…