Sometimes, you just have to say “Fuck it. I’m going for a drive.” The best kind of car for doing that remains the pure sports car. Case in point: the 2015 Jaguar F-Type R. It’s one of the finest sources of automotive therapy you can find. A sports car — a true sports car, mind you, the kind with two usable seats at most and ideally a roof that goes away — is inherently a selfish purchase. Contrary to how the word is almost always used, I don’t mean “selfish” in a negative way here. This selfish experience is a good one. Oh sure, you’ll engage in all sorts of mental gymnastics to justify owning a sports car, to yourself or to whoever else you’re accountable to. You’ll find ways to make this selfish purchase seem less impractical, less selfish. I’ve worked really hard for this. Look, it even has a decent trunk. It has a great safety rating. Sure, it can fit a car seat! But at the end of the day, buying a sports car is something you’re really only doing for yourself. This is because the true sports car still delivers the best form of automotive therapy available. This was what weighed on my mind the week I had an F-Type R. The most I can say for its practicality is “the trunk isn’t bad.” That doesn’t matter. I’ll take the supercharged 5.0-liter V8, 550 horsepower, and a convertible roof instead, thanks. We live in an age… [Read full story]
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