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2015 Jaguar F-Type Coupe R First Drive Page 2

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Six of one, 2/3 a dozen of the other

We cruised for a couple hundred kilometers in a rich wake of crackling overrun, a hornet's nest of coupes slashing across Spain toward Motorland, flipping between F-Type Coupes in V-6 and V-8 spec, with solid or glass roofs, all with automatic transmissions--still, after a year, the only gearbox you can have is one that keeps more to itself.

You don't have to be an apologist to be happy with the supercharged V-6 in the F-Type Coupe. Rated at 340 horsepower and 332 pound-feet of torque from 3.0 liters of displacement, it'll run 0-60 mph sprints in about 5.1 seconds and scream to a 161-mph top end, Jaguar says. Pull into the F-Type S Coupe, and you'll get 380 hp from an uprated version of the same six, good for 4.8 seconds of 0-60 mph time and a 171-mph top speed. With Jaguar's chosen ZF eight-speed “Quickshift” automatic transmission and paddle shifters, it's a tap and a firm foot to access what we gauged to be about 75 percent of that accessible F-Type S speed, on more lonesome stretches of road.

What you won't get is the more guttural bark of the V-8, or the V-8-only F-Type Coupe R's superior suspension tune. It's about now that we'd be remiss in pointing out some Motor Authority truisms: the coupe is almost always better to drive than the convertible or cabriolet, and when it comes to engine displacement....bring it.

Consider it brought, at 5.0 liters, 550 horsepower (uprated 55 hp from the V8 S roadster), and capable of 0-60 mph launches in 4.0 seconds, and a 186-mph top end.

It all lines up according to gospel here--and gospel truly is the analogue for what the F-Type Coupe R's vocal chops are capable of emoting through its active-exhaust system. We never mind the boggling numbers on tap for a few longish stints while running roughshod through rural Spain, just to listen. Even more so than in the roadster, the V-8 is nearly impossible to ignore. Minus the distractions of sun and breezes and gawkers caught mid-gape, the Coupe fills with the resonating throb of that thundering V-8, even when it's just waking up.

Clever thing: when you push the orange-tinted metal start button, the F-Type Coupe R runs rowdily up to near its redline. Imagine four of those going off at a time in the pit lane of an F1-worthy road course. From the get-go, that chorus signals these Coupe R Jags are totally down for what's up at the Motorland track.

The carillon rings out as we sling the Coupe R around Motorland, running it to redline down the mile-long straight, backing off sharply to cut through some supremely technical passages. The Coupe R is the best shoe of the F-Type family, no doubt. The springs are a few percent stiffer at each corner, and the fast-acting adaptive shocks are a lot less permissive (on the road, the F-Type couldn't feel more pleasant).

The Coupe R simply does a better job of shearing off corners and gathering itself more quickly than any of the F-Type roadsters we've driven. There's no weight difference, V-8 to V-8, but the revised body structure and retuned dampers resolve some of the niggling convertible issues, like a mild side-to-side rocking that never felt quite settled on our Georgia drive last year. It's flatter, and happier, and in its element on a wide, freshly paved track with a few corners carbon-copied from our secret corner of Appalachia.

A half-dozen laps are all it takes to understand what's going on at Aragon, big blitzes of full-on power, slashed and burned with big stabs of optionally fitted carbon-ceramic brakes, some leaning on the Coupe R's electronic torque vectoring to tighten a line here and there. The fast throttle wants to be in the game all the time; the stability control's sport mode is mapped out to be playfully loose with the tail. It'll give you more yaw angle than you can use, before it reins in the Coupe R from situations where it might otherwise rotate with Olympic speed.

You could spend hours getting used to the Motorland surface and the crapload of nuances of its spookier turns, and that's a testament to the car's transparent nature.

Selfish? Yes

What you won't spend a lot of time doing in any F-Type, Coupe or roadster, is packing. It's an object to be coveted, not to be projected upon with a bunch of futile practical notions. Two golf bags might nestle in longways behind the front seats, but the Coupe R doesn't strike us as the golfing type, anyway. A roll-on bag and two smaller camera bags wholly consumed a cargo hold we'd call shallow to its face.

That's simply fine, says designer Burgess. The Coupe is "designed to be a little selfish."

We're perfectly okay with selfish. We'd pass on the base $65,000 coupe, forgoing a college diploma or two for a child to be named later (these things usually sort themselves out), if we could hang on to the aural delight and invigorating handling of the $99,000 F-Type R Coupe.

Yes, that sticker's completely up in the ether, right where our old friend, the XK, used to hang. With the XK going away, it's time for a final dose of truth: the XK was always more a luscious grand tourer, one with its sportscar ambition hidden under a pair of vestigial rear seats.

Now that the F-Type Coupe has finally arrived, it's every bit the sportscar we’d hoped it would be.

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