Back to the Smoke after a fine week in Yorkshire putting 1200 miles under the wheels of our Jaguar F-Type R Coupé, which turns out to be quite a hard-edged car to take on holiday. The enormous performance makes it fun, but you can’t always find the road to give such a firmly sprung car a decent long run. And as I’ve said before, there’s too much road noise for effortless day-long enjoyment.
Biggest strengths are the steering and seats (both available in lesser F-Types), although the glorious snarl definitely validates our choice of a V8. I love the way, as familiarity grows, you drive the F-Type with smaller and smaller steering inputs, putting your faith in the accuracy, stability and superior suspension geometry that keep the car tracking like an arrow.
Why does a bloke come to work? To pick up a new Ferrari, of course. With Mr Chief Photographer Papior, I took myself at 10am to the Egham premises of Maranello, the Ferrari dealer located on the western edge of London’s orbital M25, to pick up a 13,000-mile Ferrari FF that we’ll be running for the next few months. This is a familiar car in road test circles, but there’s no such thing as familiarity with any Ferrari, at least not in the sense of taking it lightly. More soon.