2015 Jaguar F-Type R Coupe: An Experience
February 19, 2015
I didn't go on any hot dates in our long term 2015 Jaguar F-Type R Coupe. No track time, no power slides, no car shows. What I did get to do was drive this Jaguar the same way I drive my 1998 Tahoe LT two-door. Slowly. I know, that sounds like a bit of a letdown. But before you chastise me for letting this fireball of jaw-dropping aggression go to waste, let me describe my weekend.
After leaving the office Friday night, I made my way over to Bob Hope Airport to pick up my brother who was flying in from the bay area. Pretty slow going between the office and the airport, over the 20 miles or so. I doubt I hit 30 mph more than once. Pretty typical Friday night traffic in these parts.
Eventually I made it to my brother's terminal. He saw the car, gave me a "You gotta be kidding me" grin, and hoped in. Thankfully he had only one bag, which fit in the trunk easy as pie.
Bob Hope Airport is in the city of Burbank. If you don't know, Burbank is not the town in which one wants to push the limits of local law enforcement's patience. I've actually been pulled over while riding on a mountain bike in Burbank. True story. So no chance I'm gonna do anything remotely questionable in this fair city of television studios, actors, and horse property. I turned off the exhaust button, and drove out of that wonderful city as quietly as a teenager sneaking back in the house after curfew.
I wanted to introduce my brother to an incredible Lebanese restaurant in the city of North Hollywood, which is right next to Burbank. After we had our fair share of falafel and hummus, we jumped back in the Jaguar.
Before long, we hit the freeway and boogied on over to good old Woodland Hills, which is where I live. Once on the 101 freeway, the F-Type begged to be set free. So I opened it up a little bit. Not much, but enough to make my brother utter something. Not sure what he said as the windows were down and the car was making all of that glorious racket it likes to make. But I think his utterance had something to do with God.
By the time we reached my exit, it was nearly 11:45 p.m. My brother and I wanted to celebrate some good news with a beer or two. So we parked the orange monster, and walked from my place to a local watering hole. No more action for the Jaguar that day.
My brother was in town for a weekend meeting in San Bernardino, which is about 70 miles south of home. We were both rather excited to make a long-ish drive in the car, because who wouldn't be? It's not often either of us has 550 horsepower at our disposal.
Unfortunately, it didn't matter than we had 550 horsepower. The freeways were so jammed we could have gone just as fast in my brother-in-laws Honda N600. (the two-cylinder N600 has a whopping 45 horsepower.)
While stuck in traffic on the 210, the people in cars around me started doing really weird things. Like snapping pictures of the Jaguar. Or smiling at me. Well, not at me precisely. But in my direction because of the gorgeousness of the car. Cool beans. Made the drive a bit more interesting, and a lot more fun.
After dropping my brother off at his meeting (he was going to spend Saturday and Sunday out in San Bernardino) I headed back home. Thought maybe I could finally see a little Jaguar action. Then the darndest thing happened. It started to rain. Not much, but enough to jam traffic again.
After driving at 20 mpg for what seemed an eternity, I realized I had a buddy who worked at a nearby car dealership, right off the freeway I was currently stuck on. I pulled off, and went to visit him in hopes that while we caught up on old times, traffic would loosen up.
While talking with my buddy, a never-ending line of sales people came to check out the car.
Some comments from the sales guys:
"Notice the stitching. It matches the paint."
"Adjustable bolsters? That's awesome."
"The sound system actually sounds good."
Traffic eased up while I was at the dealership. So after one more Styrofoam cup of coffee, I was on my way. Once home, the Jaguar stayed put for the night.
Didn't get to do too much driving on Sunday.
And on the way back to the office today, I got a whole bunch of this:
Typical bumper-to-bumper traffic. Not complaining, of course. Anybody who does complain about anything related to driving the F-Type truly deserves a stern talking to.
So, yeah. No real exciting drives over the weekend. But it was still an experience. Why? It feels good being in this car. And although I would have loved to go bananas in the Jag, I never got the chance to tap all of that available power. Truth is, I don't think I actually needed to in order to really appreciate how awesome this car is.
I think the magic of the Jaguar F-Type is that it's is a complete package, not just in the ridiculous amounts of power it has, nor in the over-the-top but incredibly fulfilling exhaust notes. The seats feel good. The ambient lighting is sexy. The menus are simple and easy to use. The trunk can carry a traveler's bag, and as mentioned before, it even has a nice stereo. It has great manners during regular drives, but can get wild and crazy on a moment's notice. The car is even considerate enough to have adjustable bolsters, so although I'm a wide dude, I can still get nice and comfortable.
I really, really like this thing.
The Jag is quickly coming up on 20,000 miles. It is my sincere hope I get at least one more weekend with it before it leaves our stable.
Matt Jones, Senior Editor @ 15,557 miles