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AS a tunnel approaches, I shift down a few gears, double-check I’m definitely in Dynamic mode, and prepare my lugholes for a noisy assault. I don’t need to worry about dropping the car’s windows, because the Jaguar F-Type P450 I’m driving is a convertible. What comes next is an almost painful V8 cacophony that blasts through the air.
Even with a couple of particulate filters up its exhaust, this F-Type really delivers on the noise front. In some ways, it’s better than earlier cars – the pops and bangs of older models weren’t compatible with modern regulations, which has left us with a more cultured, and (marginally) less anti-social soundtrack. But it’s one that won’t be around for much longer.
I’m part-way through a bittersweet road trip, intended to say goodbye not just to the F-Type, but to the concept of the internal combustion-engined Jaguar sports car, too. After this model year, that part of the firm’s history will close, with its 2025 electrification target looming. Fitting, then, that the Convertible I’m in today and the R Coupé on the menu for
