Smoking gun: Top Gear in the Jag XFR-S
Ollie Marriage destroys tyres in Jag's 550bhp V8 saloon. Yes, it's another of TG's sensible consumer tests
Posted: 08 Nov 2013
The cabin is soothing and snug, with thick, cosseting seats and, well, a feeling of familiarity due to the fact that, barring some electric-blue stitching and carbon-effect leather, not a whole hill of beans else is new. It's a clean, classy design, but no longer the freshest, and unless you look in the mirror and catch sight of the plod-blocker of a rear spoiler, it doesn't exactly make much of its extra sportiness.
So, from within, I feel like I blend in and, right now, that's just fine. But if I were going to make a hardcore version of my already ferocious super-saloon, I'd be prepared to make some sacrifices, to let the ride jar occasionally, to turn the engine and exhaust volume up properly, to make the steering a damn sight less light and twirly. Not Jag. Apart from the visuals, what we have here is an easy-going car that minds its Ps and Qs and knows how to wipe its feet. You could argue this is a good thing, but what it also means is that the XFR-S is so civilised that you wonder whether the fire in its belly has been snuffed out. It demands nothing of you, except that you be wary of the width, but if I were spending £80k on a super-saloon, I'd want it to feel super all the time.