This is a car that the elderly folk of the future will recall fondly, often with a moistening eye, as they tell their grandchildren about the days of yore when certain very special cars breathed fire, went like a terrified whippet at a Somme re-enactment display, and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, look around and take cover.

Jaguar will never again make a road-going car as ferociously, fabulously visceral and analogue as this monstrously powerful beauty and beast.

This car has had just two owners from new and has 64,028 miles under its belts.

It starts, goes, handles, performs and stops like the thoroughbred it is.

Oh, and it accelerates like a peregrine falcon in a stoop, has more torque than the Flying Scotsman and makes a noise like an electrical storm over the Eiger.

All of which is good, in our opinion.

The car presents exceptionally well from every angle and there’s no denying that is passes the ‘What marque is that?’ test with flying colours – it could o...