Could a car embody the spirit of a bygone era? Here at Cité Ronart, that question finds a resounding answer. Cité Ronart isn’t just a street; it’s a whisper of the legacy of Ronart Cars. Ronart Cars, founded in 1984 by Rona and Arthur Wolstenholme in Peterborough, England, carved a niche for themselves crafting bespoke sports and racing cars. Their creations weren’t mere vehicles; they were expressions of a passion for speed, style, and individuality. The W152, their inaugural model, harked back to the golden age of Formula 1, echoing the sleek lines and open-wheel design of 1940s and 1950s racers. It wasn’t a replica, but an original design imbued with the essence of those iconic machines. Think of the external exhaust system and the distinctive “hump style” headrest. These features, borrowed from racing history, gave the W152 a unique visual identity. The W152 drew upon the robust mechanics of the Jaguar XJ, utilizing its engine, gearbox, and suspension components. However, Ronart Cars didn’t merely assemble existing parts; they reimagined them. Modern coil-over shocks replaced the standard springs and shock absorbers, enhancing the car’s performance and handling. The steering rack, borrowed from an MGB, and the custom-built pedal box exemplified their attention to detail. The W152 also featured a backbone chassis and doors. The absence of a conventional windscreen, replaced by Brooklands aero screens, further underscored its racing pedigree. Ronart Cars later ventured into more mainstream territory with the Lightning V8, a carbon fiber marvel launched at the 1999 London Motor Show. Though production was short-lived, the Lightning V8 showcased the company’s innovative spirit and its willingness to embrace modern materials and technologies. Cité Ronart serves as a quiet testament to this innovative company. It might not be filled with roaring engines or the gleam of polished chrome, but it holds within its name a tribute to the craftsmanship and vision of Ronart Cars.
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