The last time I drove a Jaguar was back in 1986. I was working for a couple of gentlemen with deliberately vague business interests in Manhattan’s then extremely colorful Lower East Side, and my job requirements seemed to change from one day to the next. One fairly regular task, though, was taking an XK150 out for a spin once a week or so. (My employer never explained why he thought the car should be aired out once a week. The fact that my driver’s license had expired several years earlier was never called into question, and I declined to bring up the subject because it was a ton of fun to drive the car.) In the last few years, I’ve driven a Mercedes S class on a track at Brooklands and an F1 simulator at the Mercedes AMG Petronas compound, but, to put it mildly, I don’t have daily driving experience. That made driving the latest Jaguar F-Type under the watchful eye of a racing instructor at the Monticello Motor Club, as a guest at an event organized by Vacheron Constantin, even more interesting.