2015 Jaguar F-Type R Coupe: Made for Sin City Desert Runs
July 2, 2015
I'd been itching to go to Las Vegas for a while now, especially now that the weather is heating up. Matter of fact, going to Vegas in the summer is one of my favorite things to do. You can always fly to Vegas, but when the 2015 Jaguar F-Type R Coupe is available for the weekend, the choice to drive becomes a whole lot easier.
I live in Southern California's San Fernando Valley, about 15 miles west of Universal Studios. When I head over to the city of lost wages, I nearly always drive. In fact, I've flown to Vegas only twice in the past two decades, even though I visit Sin City at least twice a year. To me, driving is more convenient and only takes a bit longer than hopping on a plane.
A quick check of Google Maps says the trip from home to hotel is about 280 miles. Estimated drive time is about four and half hours. I'll add 15 minutes for a gas/ bathroom break for a grand total of four hours and forty five minutes.
If I flew, I would:
1: Drive to LAX airport (45 minutes)
2: Arrive early for TSA, etc (90 minutes)
3: Fly (60 minutes)
4: Claim baggage (25 minutes)
5: Cab/shuttle/car rental to hotel (25 minutes)
That's all about four hours, so I save about 45 minutes by flying. Still, driving makes more sense. No rentals to deal with, and having your own car saves on cab fare.
My wife met me in Vegas. She was coming in from Denver, so she flew. Our combined six travel bags fit in the trunk with no problem. I'm always surprised how much stuff I can pack into the cargo area.
One quick observation about this car is that, somehow, it makes me more memorable. The Missus and I have stayed at this same hotel more than once, in regular cars, and never once has the valet team remembered my name. I've been "hey man," "buddy," and "bro" plenty of times. But pull up in the F-Type and all of a sudden I'm "Mr. Jones."
Once we were settled, my better half and I decided to check out this Holsteins burger joint that Cameron won't shut up about. And just like Cameron, I'm now officially a Holstiens fan.
But unlike Cameron or Mike, Travis, the other Mike, Ed, or the other other Mike, I have absolutely no problem with the F-Type seats. They don't seem hard to me, and actually I was quite comfy on the 280-mile drive from Los Angeles to Clark County. That seam down the middle of the seat that bothers the other guys didn't bother me in the least.
Is it because I'm heavier than these guys and the seats are secretly made for us burly types? Or maybe over the past 22K miles, the seat has worn in, becoming less invasive? Could it just be that my backside is less sensitive? Beats me. But I tell you what, I think I could drive this bad boy from LA to NY and back again without much comfort issue. Matter of fact, I volunteer.
I do agree that the car is loud on the highway, however. And I love every decibel. The only thing missing in my mind is a sunroof, which would always be open and make the ride even louder. I'd also be okay with that.
We didn't drive the car much while in Vegas. And much too quickly, our weekend was over and it was time to get back to real life. After taking the Missus to the airport to return to Denver, I left Vegas for home at about 6:30 Monday evening.
Some people dread driving home from Vegas, but I'm not one of those people. In fact, I look forward to it. Driving across the Mojave in a Jaguar? I kinda felt like Sting in that Desert Rose commercial from way back. Except I wasn't being chauffeured.
I was fortunate enough to miss Vegas rush hour on Interstate 15 and before long I was at the state line. By the time I pulled in to Whiskey Pete's for some iced coffee, I had all of my Led Zeppelin albums on shuffle, connected to iPhone via Bluetooth. I was pretty content.
If you've made this LA/Vegas trip, you've probably noticed the Mad Greek Café about 90 miles outside of Vegas. Mad Greek advertises the "Best Gyros USA." And while I can't attest to that, they certainly are tasty and those $5 shakes are mighty good. So I decided to stop for a bite.
Sitting in the diner and snacking on fried mushrooms, I thought about the F-Type. It is simply awesome. Back in February, I wrote a post about how much I liked the Jaguar, even though I never really got a chance to go all wild and crazy. Now that I've been able to push the F-Type out on the empty Mojave highway, I like the car even more. I may even have a crush on the thing.
To me at least, the car is nearly perfect. Sure, there are meaner cars (the Viper we just got), cars that might perform better on the track, cost less, or might be more livable on a regular basis.
But when I put together my checklist of what I'd want from a lux-sport car, this is it.
Matt Jones, Retail Editor @ 22,554 miles