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Performance Car - September 1994
RHAPSODY IN E by Peter Tomalin With an ultra-streamlined body wrapped around a full-house 340bhp racing engine, this has got to be the ultimate E-type. Peter Tomalin drives the £160,000 Lynx lightweight
Now that's quite a mouthful, but it goes a long way towards explaining the nature of the beast - arguably the most desirable of all Jaguar's sports/racing cars. Lynx, you will remember, is the Sussex-based engineering concern and Jaguar specialist which made its name building superbly crafted facsimile D-type Jaguars for well-heeled enthusiasts. Today a younger generation of cat lovers has grown old enough and rich enough to indulge the fantasies of youth, so the company has begun to reproduce road/race E-types to the same exacting standards. Lynx offers two variations on the Lightweight theme. Its 'basic' Lightweight E is a recreation of the extensively aluminium-bodied roadsters-with-hardtops built by Jaguar in the early '60s by privateers like Briggs Cunningham. Lynx takes a standard E-type as the donor car, but weight is reduced by using aluminium for bonnet, doors, bootlid and roof, power increased to around 285bhp by tuning the 3.8 or 4.2-litre six, and suspension and brakes substantially uprated. The result is a hand-built, blisteringly quick (0-60 in under five seconds) but still practical road car. The inclusive cost is £82,250. And then there's the Low Drag Coupe, which, even it had no other claim to greatness, must surely rank as one of the most emotive shapes ever formed around an engine and four wheels.
As with all Sayer's masterpieces, including the D-type and the ill-starred but nonetheless fabulous XJ13, the beauty was almost coincidental to aerodynamic efficiency, The swept-back wrap-around screen and the exquisitely tapered tail helped give the Coventry cat 10 per cent less drag than the contemporary Ferrari GTO, with which it was designed to do battle. Just two such cars were specially-built by Jaguar - one for British racer Dick Protheroe, the other for German Jaguar dealer Peter Lindner; who shared the wheel with his friend Peter Nocker. These streamliners had their moments, and Protheroe's car, CUT 7, had several successful outings in the mid-60s but Jaguar was no longer fully committed to racing and there was never the development needed to consistently match the Ferraris. The story took a tragic twist when Lindner's car crashed in the wet at the Montlhery circuit in 1964, killing the driver and three track marshals. The Lynx takes elements of both CUT 7 and the Lindner-Nocker car, which had subtly different features, to create a road car of truly unique style but one that stays as close as possible to the spirit of the originals. And everything about it is just so. Lynx even adds a matting agent to the paint (Ecurie Ecosse blue) to enhance the period look. It wouldn't do to be too shiny. "We don't want it to look as though it was built last week" explains chairman and managing director John Mayston-Taylor, the 39-year-old former racer turned businessman who bought Lynx in 1992. "A modem paint-job just wouldn't look right" he says. And the number plates are all sign-written. We even run a bit of emery paper around the rim of the wheel to give it a slightly distressed look.' Now that's attention to detail. And this car abounds with mouth-watering details. The three-eared spinners on the genuine Lightweight Dunlop-pattem alloys; the giant flip-up filler for the Le Mans 45-gallon fuel tank, the rivets running proud along the seams of the flowing rear wings.
"I like to think a car has been what we call 'Lynxed'. Every car we build has a feeling, like a signature on it. And that comes from the people who build it. Even if I wanted to knock stuff out cheap, the people here wouldn't do it. They have their own standards." What lies under the bonnet of the Low Drag Coupe is something rather special. Just consider; while £57,500 would buy you a whole Jaguar XJS VI2 Convertible, it wouldn't even pay for the engine in this car. Only the cast-iron block is standard 3.8-litre XK. The rest of the specification makes compelling reading: dry sump, a one-off crankshaft turned from a solid billet of steel, Carillo con-rods, Cosworth forged pistons, an original and extremely rare 'wide-angle' head with substantially bigger valves; authentic 'Lightweight' camshafts Lucas mechanical fuel injection...
Indeed, just about the only thing that happens slowly with a Low Drag Coupe is getting inside. The door aperture is unbelievably small. Eventually I hit on a backside-first technique which seems to involve temporarily dislocating several major joints, then reassembling once ensconced in the leather-trimmed bucket seat. Headroom's OK, but it's pretty cramped in there, and already I'm working up a sweat as I haul on. the foul- point racing harness and slide open the small side window the single means of ventilation. The furnishings are pure sports car, pure Jaguar, pure joy: an elegant, broad-rimmed alloy-spoked wheel, big, clear, black-on-white Smiths instruments beyond, a short, polished alloy gearstick emerging from the quilted leather-covered transmission tunnel, and everywhere the soft feel and sweet scent of Connolly's finest leather. Turn the key and there's the whine of the fuel injection pump in the tail. Don't wait too long now - it's a fearful drain on the battery. Open the throttle a crack, thumb the starter button and after a second's churning the straight six erupts with a rich, rounded below from the twin exhausts, despite the heavy silencing deemed essential for extended road use. The clutch is heavy and bites right at the top of its travel. It requires plenty of sensitivity, just the right number of revs and a deal of conviction to pull away cleanly in first without sending a judder through the transmission. It comes with practice. And that's the hardest part over. The throttle is light by comparison and acts like a hair trigger, but you must feed it in progressively - too heavy a right foot at low revs and the engine bogs down. Treat it like a precision instrument and your reward is the most delicious flood of energy that swells up and sends the Lightweight E hurtling forward as though it's just caught the scent of some spectral GTO. Given its stage of development, it's a remarkably tractable engine, with instant access to prodigious torque whatever the revs. But the real thrills come thick and fast when the needle swings past 3500. At that point there's a subtle change in the 3.8's character, a fresh urgency in its delivery and a corresponding hardening of the exhaust note. The heart that's beating now is the heart of a racing car. The gearbox is a standard E-type all- synchro four-speeder, the shift weighty and rather long in the throw but satisfyingly positive, wonderfully precise. Slide down into third, and the E thumps past clusters of traffic with the merest squeeze of the big metal pedal. It's stirring stuff and it's as though you only have to breathe on the throttle to tap the XK's full might. At the other end of the straight it takes a much firmer push on the servoed brakes to achieve commensurate deceleration, but the uprated discs eventually do the job. Like some people, they just need prodding into action...
There's a gloriously taut feel about the whole chassis. Lynx personnel have spent countless hours on the track honing Jaguar's all-independent suspension. For this car; specially-engineered upper wishbone spindles at the front allow them to increase negative camber, while an additional link from the rear suspension to the monocoque keeps the back end better tied down. Thankfully, for a car that's so well suited to long fast road voyages, this tautness is not at the expense of ride comfort, which is surprisingly supple. And that's what I want to do now. Drive a really long way, very quickly indeed. A few snatched hours with this car is nowhere near long enough. Which is exactly what John Mayston-Taylor wants to hear. "The way I see it," he says, "Lynx is in the business of selling dreams." So that's one Low Drag Coupe, sold to the journalist with the sweaty palms, the daft grin and the hopeless optimism. Well, we can all dream, can't we? |
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