It could be very convincingly argued that I was born without one of the most essential of girl-impressing attributes, the Car Gene. I’ve tried to make up for it with a slavish fixation with motorcycles, and I’ve been pretty successful at it.
But, by whatever ethereal calibrations result in such things, there is one car that gets my attention: Jaguar.
I can’t tell you why; I don’t know. There is something about a Jaguar that I find sexy. I come close a few times to buying one, but continue to hold out.
However, the Jaguar XFR 5.0 v8 Supercharged is absolutely the closest to the siren call of car buying I think I have experienced.
It is simply one of the most beautiful of cars.
Maybe in 2010.