Jaguar F pace review: Worthy descendant of iconic E-Type
It was even worse when we reached the bewildering maze that is the English motorway network, blighted as it is with seemingly endless road works and the attendant ever growing crop of 50 mph speed limits – turning what should be a smooth run into a stop-start nightmare.
Two days later, our return journey was even worse, lashed as it was with torrential rain and gale force winds. But what joy was in store for us during the blessed two days in between those drives from hell!
A hotel, just outside the attractive Yorkshire spa town of Harrogate, was to be our base for the weekend, set as it is between the lofty North Yorkshire Moors and the vastness of the Pennines, the fabled ‘Backbone of England’.
It was the giddyingly winding ribbon of lightly trafficked switchback country roads through the wild fastnesses here that inspired the Bronte sisters in an earlier age that enabled us to properly put the Jag through its paces, with hills often so steep that even this mighty big cat was forced to come to heel, take second breath and snatch for second gear, not that it ever ran out of steam in the process.
Handling and road holding are of supercar dimension and, despite fairly high sills; it’s easy to get in and out, while parking is also a doddle.
Flappy paddles facilitated manual over-ride for the slick eight-speed auto gearbox while the supercharged three-litre V6 engine offered copious power – and, should you yearn for even more, there’s a five-litre V8 version as well as all-wheel drive models.
This is an eminently civilised car, though the rock hard suspension did give our backs a few hard jolts. While it is the quintessential sports car that revels in the delights of the open road, the F-Type is quite happy trundling along on the daily commute.
The cabin is snug, and luxuriously appointed and while the F-Type burbles delightfully on tick-over and will emit a glorious roar when revved hard, there are none of the rattles, draughts and unwanted road noises too often associated with the rag-top format.
The car’s body shape is simply exquisite. Yes, the rear end does resemble that of the Porsche Boxer – its closest rival – but the rest is pure Jag, with those smooth curves that epitomise the marque. It’s certainly an eye-catcher, a worthy descendant of the iconic E-Type.
Price? Well, of course such class doesn’t come cheap but with on-the-road tags ranging from £51,450 TO £74,045 the Jaguar F-Type is less expensive than comparable Mercedes, BMW and Aston Martin offerings.