Just taken delivery of a 1971 Jaguar E-Type coupe – on loan from global classic hire company Turo (www.turo.com). Ironic it should arrive as the F-Type goes.
The Series III V12 was one of the last incarnations of the ‘E’ – purists will tell you it was probably the least attractive too. However, who could deny that this isn’t a fantastic looking machine – even in yellow?
With E-Type prices through the roof over the last ten years, both cars are now valued about the same. So where would you spend your £135,000 I wonder?
Well, the only thing for sure is that the F-Type will go down in value and the E will go up. Maybe in 40 years time that will change and our F-Type SVR model will soar. It certainly has the exclusivity that will one day make it collectable.
When I owned mine own 1963 Series I, a dear friend of great stature in the motoring world told me that one of the true pleasures in life was looking down the bonnet of an E-Type.
I just wonder if they will ever say that about the F-Type…
Dubai – home of the craziest-coloured cars on the planet. For some reason, even yellow supercars ‘work’ over there. But in grey England, what kind of person orders an orange Jaguar F-Type?
I must make a disclosure here. One of my first cars was an orange Datsun 120Y. Why indeed, you might ask. Well, it was my father’s motor and although he was as conservative as they come, orange must have been the only choice left on the forecourt.
So I bought it off him for a knockdown price , drove it college for six months and then swapped it for a silly Alfa Romeo GT Junior that rusted to the driveway. I would have kept the Datsun had it been a sensible colour.
Which means I really do struggle with the orange F-Type. A conservative grey would be much more ‘me’ and besides, I simply don’t know anyone these days would would buy an orange car.
Even if Jaguar choose to call the paint Firesand…
I’m quite surprised to be writing this but Jaguar has finally built something approaching supercar status with the SVR.
Surprised because as good as the F-Type is, it has never really impressed me as an out and out sports car. Something was missing – namely a very powerful engine.
Well, the SVR has nailed it. This is a seriously quick motor that will test even the most talented of drivers.
It’s not only devastatingly loud – it is sensationallly quick. And with four-wheel drive, well, there’s very little to beat it on a winding country lane.
A Porsch 911 beater? Maybe not but for most people with a passion for motoring it will come mightily close…
Lordy, it sounds like Le Mans has come to the Cotswolds today. The hottest day of the year so far means everybody is out in their polished weekend-mobile.
Me? Well, I’m scaring the Lycra off every cyclist driving the F-Type SVR. If you want LOUD then look no further than this monster of a convertible.
The standard F sounds cool but the SVR is quite simply, awesome. That’s due to a revised exhaust that cackles and pops every time the left paddle is given a tug. Crazy.
And with the top down, well, the soundtrack is memorable. At least around town it’s possible to turn the tubes off to save looking a complete tit.
Oh and it’s orange too…
If you must drive an SUV then you could do a lot worse than the Mercedes GLC. Sure, it’s not the cheapest model on the block but the mid-size GLC is the best all-rounder in this sector.
And I would try and stretch your budget to the 250D – an engine that’s a step above the 2.0D in the Jaguar F-Pace. The Mercedes doesn’t feel stretched when pushed hard.
Combined with a classy interior (apart from the carbuncle infotainment screen!), cool looks and decent handling, the GLC is a match for any other premium brand offering.
Just remember that you need extra long legs to avoid those annoying and rather pointless side steps…
Mercedes won’t like me for pointing this out but the infotainment screen on the GLC is an absolute eyesore.
Somebody has gone to great effort to ensure the centre console is slick and smooth – somebody else decided to stick an ugly screen in the middle.
It’s like sitting in a beautiful lounge, with every seat facing an ugly black TV screen. What’s that all about?
I recently visited a hotel in Scotland with a large, gilt edged mirror in the bedroom. Turned out to be a TV when you found the on/off button. Brilliant.
It’s not just Mercedes, many cars have the carbuncle problem. Perhaps a unit that simply disappears into the top of the dash when not needed is the answer?
You might think that after 50 odd years I would have mastered the art of stepping out of a car.
In the sixties, debutants were taught how to step in to a car in the most demure way possible. Not easy in a skirt and high heels I imagine.
Now it seems I need to retrain myself for cars like the Mercedes GLC, which have side steps. For every time I leave the driver’s seat, I can’t stretch beyond the edge of the step itself.
This results in a dirty line down the calf of my trousers – and no end of dirty words coming from my mouth.
So who decided we need steps to get in and out of an SUV? Land Rover nailed it with retractable side steps on the Range Rover but personally, I can;t see the point.
If you can step into a car, you probably shouldn’t be driving it…