Car years are a bit like dog years, in that individual lifespans are relatively short. After about five human years or so, it’s not uncommon for cars to be whisked away to the afterlife, replaced with a different generation. However, the Jaguar F-Type didn’t go away quietly after five years. It didn’t even go away quietly after seven model years. We’re ten model years in, and the F-Type is still kicking, but not for long. In a few months, death will come for Jaguar’s sports car, and the Jaguar F-Type ZP Edition will be the last F-Type ever.
Based on the top-dog 575-horsepower R75 model, the F-Type ZP Edition offers two different color schemes: Oulton Blue, named after Oulton Park circuit, with a red interior, and Crystal Grey with a navy blue interior. Each car features hand-painted white gumballs on the doors and a matching white grille surround, and each comes with a litany of badging. However, that’s where the special touches on all 150 F-Type ZP Editions stop.
A little painted-on nostalgia can’t erase the cataracts of time, nor is this final edition nearly as transformative as all-out send-offs we’ve seen from the likes of Dodge and Lamborghini. Jaguar doesn’t seem interested in making the last F-Type the greatest one ever, but that might be the point. See, the F-Type’s appeal always laid in what it was and what it wasn’t; what it could and couldn’t do. In a world obsessed with objective perfection, the F-Type leaned into the concept that flaws built character. Its trunk is tiny, it weighs hundreds of pounds more than a Porsche Cayman, visibility is questionable at best, and every so often, it would go wrong.
It’s been a while since I’ve last been around a JLR press car, but every single one has experienced some tiny malfunction. From an inoperative telematics module to a USB port that crapped out after a particularly vigorous left-hander, these minor annoyances are mildly infuriating on nearly-new cars. And you know what? I’d put up with all of them to hear that five-liter supercharged V8 sing again.
The Jaguar F-Type is too wild. It’s too boisterous. It’s too heavy to be a sports car, too harsh to be a grand tourer, and too full of its own shit to survive in a world where there’s always a quicker electric car. That’s what makes it great, though. It’s a drop-dead gorgeous instrument of weaponized sin that will dip your heart in liquid nitrogen and tap it with a hammer. Equal parts carnivorous and carnal, it titillates senses and snaps spines in equal measure, a roguish, charming lout that feels one social security number away from being human. The Porsche 911 is a brilliant sports car. The Jaguar F-Type is a friend.
Faster than you can blink, Jaguar will launch an all-new, all-electric lineup gunning for Bentley. Come 2025, expect more opulence, more silence, and an impressive turn of pace. With the rise of SUVs completed, Land Rover has become the volume brand, rendering Jaguar a niche player. While the next generation of Jags will undoubtedly be impressive, will they have the same Terry-Thomas charm as cars like the F-Type and the old XJ? I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out.
(Photo credits: Jaguar)
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