Rory reviews the Jaguar F-Type Convertible and turns into the worst, most despicable sort of human being.
Cars affect the way we feel. A bad car, that’s either ugly or keeps breaking down, can put you in a bad mood. A good car, that looks nice and is fun to drive, can make you feel on top of the world. So on paper, the Jaguar F-Type Convertible should make you ecstatic.
It should make you smile, make you want to help old ladies cross the street, fall in love or adopt an African child. But it doesn’t. As we discovered in our video review, the feeling this car gives you isn’t positive in the slightest.
The F-Type makes you angry. It turns you int a complete b*****d. In a good way. Firstly theres the lust-worthy appearance, which will make you feel like you’re better than everyone else for owning one. Then there’s the interior, which is so beautiful you’ll want to rub peoples noses in it, then slap them if they leave any snot residue.
And then theres the noise.
Hit the accelerator and the F-Type Convertible generates a dark but compelling symphony we can only liken to gunshots, grenades or the noise a bear would make if you punched its reproductive organs. It’ll send a huge spike of testosterone rushing through your veins and before you know it you’ll have turned to the dark side, whooping in wild-eyed astonishment one minute, shouting obscenities at motorists in lesser cars the next.
He’s not proud of it, but it made this writer want to punch people in the face. Repeatedly.
In the adverts Jaguar say we should drive the F-Type because it’s good to be bad, insinuating that this car is aimed at people who want to unleash their dark side. It’s true — it does a damn good job in that regard. Maybe too good.
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