Now that Jaguar has announced its intention of discontinuing its entire lineup in favor of pricey, fully electric passenger cars, I grip the textured-leather steering wheel of the F-Pace SVR even tighter than I used to. I know that as I pack on the miles, slamming through its gears and listening to the raucous growl of its active exhaust system, there’s nothing left out there that could ever replace its soul when the lease ends and it has to go.
That’s something that a lot of people fail to understand about cars these days–we used to laud vehicles that felt innately human, for better or for worse, because that humanity allowed us to form bonds and relationships with our cars that not only imprinted memories of driving them into our minds, but also memories of life itself that occurred during our ownership of those cars. Like the nostalgic scent of an old school hallway’s carpeting or the distinct taste of grandma’s baking that you haven’t experienced in decades, the sound and feel of a V8-powered Jaguar transports your mind to a better place–an ancient time–that can no longer be accessed in the physical world.
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