The F-Type R Coupe is many wonderful things, but a precise and finessed driving tool it isn’t. It’s too much of a hoon-happy hot rod for that.
As I climbed the ribbon of tarmac that heads towards Aamby Valley, the road started off dry and I was pushing the Jag hard. The car was in Dynamic mode which sharpens the steering and suspension and adds a knife’s edge to the throttle. I had the traction control in Trac DSC mode. The F-Type has lots of grip and power, and a noise to wake the dead. But then it started to rain, and that’s when the animal in the R Coupe was roused!
The tail was sliding out at the slightest provocation and needed an armful of opposite lock to keep it in the right direction. There’s so much power and such sharp response from the 5.0l supercharged V8 that anything more than half throttle will swing the Jag’s gorgeous behind out of line.
The F-Type Coupe has one of the finest derrieres in the business. The roofline descends in one graceful arc from the front windscreen all the way to the thin and sharp tail lamps, capped off with an aggressive diffuser that houses four exhaust tips from hell. The optional glass roof adds to the drama.
The insides are sporty and have lovely touches like the gold-finished start button and paddle shifters. My favourite part of the cabin has to be the seats, with adjustable side bolsters to keep the driver snug and supported.