I forgot that I was in an XKR rather than simply an XK until I was driving home behind a pokey driver in a BMW 3-series who did not adjust quickly enough, in my opinion, to the reality that Miller Road had segued from 30 mph to 40 mph to 50 mph. A passing lane opened, I flicked on the left turn signal, entered the left lane, and hit the gas. Whoosh! The rev needle swung around the dial, the ZF downshifted instantly and smoothly, and the supercharged V-8 made waste of the 3-series in about four seconds. Even before I had fully passed the BMW, I turned on the high-beam headlights, which illuminated the road ahead in a bright crown of white light.
I drove the XKR immediately after spending two days in our Four Seasons Jaguar XF sedan, and it was interesting to drive them back-to-back. The XF, of course, has a more modern interior, what with its rising shift knob, hidden vents, and London nightclub aesthetics, but the XKR's cabin is still a huge leap into the contemporary scene when compared with the fussy, cramped interior of its predecessor.
Joe DeMatio, Executive Editor