How much power is enough? 300 horsepower? 400? 500? Let's put it another way? How much is enough to impress people you don't even like?
The vehicle above is identical to the Jaguar F-Type V8S I drove: Sandfire Metallic, Dynamic Mode, cheesy gold-painted plastic paddles (ugh) and an exhaust note that sounds like a 1200cc Harley with the mufflers cut off – with some added popping-and-farting noises programmed in for good measure.
This is a car that impresses other people. It looks like a sports car, or even a junior exotic. It certainly sounds like one. As I recounted in my last review of the F-Type V6S, it is one automobile that really does make you more attractive to the opposite sex. It's also the worst F-Type variant on the market.
Ok, the soundtrack is intoxicating. The Group B rally-car noises plumbed in to the V8 exhaust note is like spiking Chateauneuf-du-Pape with Grape Kool-Aid. The only way you can enjoy that mechanical orchestra is to accelerate really quickly and then let off the gas, to decelerate to the point where you might get a hefty speeding ticket, but not a roadside impound. Forget flying under the radar (literally) – it's so bloody loud that every highway patrolman or concerned citizen within a 25 mile radius can hear what you're doing.
While you're doing that, you are probably negotiating some bends, and the V8S, with its extra two-cylinders, supercharger and associated plumbing and massive wheels, feels substantially heavier than the other models. The difference coming out of the two cars is drastic, like you've just removed a rucksack full of dumbbells from its back…err, front.
The best comparison that can be made is between the various last-gen Mustangs. As you go from a Shelby GT500 to a V8 to a V6, you feel the nose get lighter and lighter progressively. Which shouldn't matter on a less track-focused car that's all about excitement and getting attention to make up for a lack parental love. But it does, especially when you're getting an indicated 11 mpg, while trying to use the F-Type's quad pipes to recreate the sounds of the Battle of Britain.
When it was time to return the V8S, I felt satisfied that I had been sufficiently validated by anonymous motorists and pedestrians. It was time for the V6S – or so I thought. Horror of horrors, it turned out that I was incorrect. It was a V6. The base V6. Oh, the indignity of having to drive a base model F-Type, with just 340 horsepower (rather than the 380 ponies of the V6S), a quieter exhaust, and smaller wheels without faux-Brembo red calipers.
Well, it turned out to be a thoroughly enjoyable experience. As good as the V6S I raved about last fall? No. But there would be no shame in driving one of these every day, because if nothing else, it's more exciting than a base Boxster. For starters, the aforementioned front-end liposuction works wonders in everyday situations. The base F-Type actually feels nimble and easy to toss around, to say nothing of maneuvering through traffic. There's still Dynamic Mode, the active exhaust and a Sport Mode for the transmission, which makes things a fair bit louder and a bit more raw, without sacrificing everyday comfort or drawing the ire of your neighbors when coming home late at night.
Despite being down 40 horsepower compared to the V6S, the base car is still reasonably quick, but adds another level of engagement to the experience. You have to work the car a bit harder to access the still-plentiful power reserves, and in the real word, that's often more rewarding – meanwhile, fuel economy was an observed 23 mpg, or about double what I recorded during the V8S' totally unscientific acceleration/efficiency testing. At a base price of $69,000, it's also about $23,000 less than the V8S.
Ask yourself, can you live with an extra $23,000, while also having to tell people that yes, the V6 models are actually the superior choice? I tried, and my explanations about less weight over the nose, a more exotic soundtrack (the V8 sounds like a cross between a Spitfire aircraft and a Pontiac GTO – the V6 sounds like a cross between a Lancia Stratos and Hendrix's version of Voodoo Chile ) and, worst of all, less horsepower.
Personally, I gave up, exasperated, but I didn't care. A lot of people do. They have to be able to tell people that they bought the best, the most powerful, the most expensive, even if its capabilities are so beyond them, it would be like giving a .500 S&W Magnum to somebody who doesn't know how to fire a .38. It's all that most F-Type buyers really need, but when does logic ever pop into the sports car purchase decision?
I know this because I'm the kind of person that felt exactly the same way about the V6 Mustang – it's more nimble and agile, it's got plenty of power and it's the better choice for most daily driving situations. But I'm vain, and I'd never buy a V6 Mustang because then, you won't be impressing strangers and people you don't actually like. But I'm human, and prone to inconsistencies bordering on the hypocritical. And with the F-Type, I'm making a deviation from my usual logic.
I wish I could close out the article by saying that my girlfriend agrees that the V6 is her choice too, but she just dumped me. All I can think about is how even though the Porsche Boxster is a sharper machine, I'd really like to go for a drive in the F-Type right now. Given the chance, I would take the V6, not the V8, to help me clear my head and get over the fact that my passenger seat is going to be empty for the next little while.
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