I was on my way back from getting a much needed haircut this morning, dressed down very casually (jeans, football jersey) when I decided to stop by a Jaguar dealership. A lot of luxury dealership sales people act like snobs and ignore you unless you're dressed a certain way (or look a certain way). Everyone in this dealership ignored me except one guy. He saw my clothes, then saw my gorgeous GS350 and decided maybe I was worth talking to.
Anyway, "Mike" immediately offered me a test drive in the only car with a Jaguar nameplate that is of the slightest interest to me - my dream car - the new Jaguar F-Type Coupe. They didn't have a Type R on the lot but they did have a Type S.
Wow, what a car! This thing beats the hell out of Vette, and I like it more than Porsche. I got it out on the road and dropped into "Dynamic mode." Holy Cow! The steering stiffened. it was glued to the road. And you can hear the growl a mile away. It's an arrogant sounding, "I'm badass and you aren't" type of growl. RWD only. I haven't driven a RWD car in decades (I'm mostly an AWD type guy). This machine was awesome, and it was the middle level of the new 2015 F-Type Coupe. They have the base model, the S and the R, in the coupe. I would never go for the convertible. The Coupe is much stiffer than the convertible. The former is a sports car; the latter a roadster.
Sigh! It stickered at 92K. Oh well. I can dream.