To exit the parking lot behind our local barbecue hangout, you enter a narrow lane between two brick buildings before emerging beside the restaurant’s outdoor patio. So, we tapped the console button to open the flaps in the Jaguar F-type’s exhaust system and revved it a bit in first gear just to hear it echo in this alley. As we pulled up beside the patio, the al fresco diners had all eyes on us. The Jag’s sculpted body didn’t disappoint the curious, who stared, their forks full of smoked meat poised halfway to mouths that formed the words, “What’s that?” READ MORE ››
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