Every time I sign out an XJ, I'm compelled to dismiss it as an ancient throwback undeserving of new-car shopper' and Automobile Magazine's attention.
But then I drive it, and I'm constantly amazed at how solid and capable it is. It's like the car is hewn from the Queen's stately confidence. The engine is strong yet dignified. The interior is outdated yet luxuriously purposeful, the perfect mobile parlor.
A couple months ago, the owners of our downtown Ann Arbor parking garage installed horrifyingly huge speed bumps on all eight levels. The XJ traverses these obstacles better than anything else I've driven, even at more than 20 mph. Brilliant!
Rusty Blackwell, Copy Editor