You don’t sit on or in the Jaguar F-Type; instead, you climb aboard and peer over the dash like a remora fish looking past a shark’s jaw.
The sensation that you’ve been countersunk into the high-sided cabin is essential to the car’s striven-for intimacy (and is helped by having a bulkhead behind the seat backrest), and even if the surfaces don’t quite fall towards the driver as intended, there’s no denying the snug purposefulness.
We’ve alluded to the age of Jaguar’s switchgear recently, so the interior’s renewal is as welcome as it is significant. The gear selector dial has gone, replaced by a joystick-size, trigger-fired obelisk of a shifter. It’s satisfying to use but not so comfortable to hold – functional, then, not a rest for your left hand.
Around it, the rest of the excellent cabin follows suit, tending towards a more athletic brand of sporting luxury than has previously been encountered in a modern Jaguar.
The steering wheel rim has simultaneously shrunk in diameter and increased in girth, acquiring an optional flat bottom on the way.
The two-tone dials are pointedly analogue and noticeably bolder, while the button to access Jaguar’s familiar Dynamic mode is now a slider switch that must be armed like a missile array, and is picked out (along with the gearshift paddles and engine start button) in a metallic orange finish.