OVERVIEW “The exhaust note alone is enough to make you weep.”— Jeremy Clarkson, on the Jaguar F-Type R Some cars have presence.Some cars have performance.But the rare ones — the truly memorable ones — have character. We remember the first time this 2016 Jaguar F-Type R rolled into the unit. Engine ticking down after a long drive. Bodywork still warm from the sun. The Polaris White paint catching the light like porcelain. Before a word was spoken, we knew — this wasn’t your typical example. The shut lines, the original glass, the quiet whir of the fans winding down — it was clear this car had lived a good life. And deserved a better one next. The F-Type R has always been one of those cars that stirs something in you. The long, sculpted bonnet, the aggressive haunches, the way the cabin tapers into the rear arches — it's a piece of design that feels organic, not engineered. Like it was always meant to exist. And then there’s the engine. The moment you press that starter and hear the 5.0-litre supercharged V8 ignite — it gets you. No trick exhaust buttons, no fake pops — just raw, mechanical theatre. The idle pulses through the cabin, rising into a howl as the revs climb, punctuated by the signature overrun crackle that made Clarkson call this car a “weeper.” Not just for the noise — but for the fact that they don't make engines like this anymore. The world has moved on. Jaguar has moved on. But this moment — this engine, in this body — remains special. This particular car was owned by a retired engineer, part of a small collection, kept not for commuting or posing, but because he understood what this car was. He appreciated the V8’s engineering. The balanced chassis. The way the F-Type feels planted yet alive. It wasn’t daily driven. It was preserved, cared for, and respected.