Occasionally, a car comes along that shifts your perspective of what a single vehicle is capable of. Last Friday, I drove two.

It wasn’t on the tracks at Mira in the Jaguar XFR that realisation hit, it was on the M25 as I prodded the throttle to get out of a static line of traffic into a slip road. Nothing else on sale could have soothed away the stress of an hour spent in static Friday afternoon traffic on the London orbital and then provided such a massive rush of adrenaline so effortlessly. Let alone also proving to be one of the most sideways cars I or my more experience colleagues have driven.

Very few cars have ever left me with such a profound awe for what man can do with some oily metal and wiring as the XFR did. Until I stepped into the Porsche Cayman S that I was lucky enough to be tasked with driving to Scotland over the weekend.