What better way to say farewell to Jaguar’s long line of brutish petrol-powered sports cars than a coast-to-coast dash across Spain from Barcelona to San Sebastián? That’s a 550km, sub-six-hour all-motorway blast if you are time-efficient and obeying the speed limit, but 800km-plus if you’re exploring the Pyrenees to say a more hairpinny goodbye, as we are. Farewell not only to the F-type, but to Jaguar’s 75-year ancestry of meaty two-seater and two-plus-two (you need to include the XJ-S and XK8 to avoid a massive hole in the timeline) internal-combustion-engine greats.
This really feels like a significant and sombre changing of the guard. And with it the laying to rest once and for all of the most difficult job that any car could have – being perceived (by the public) as the (intended) successor to the E-type. The irony is that this is a job the F-type has done better than any of its predecessors with its bulbous haunches, frowning
