Jaguar F Type R, 550 Supercharged horsepower, Back Up camera, Factory Warranty

You are looking at a real sharp Jaguar F Type R, ran Touring coupe.
This car is adult owned and always garaged, on smoker, riven in good weather.
The first service was performed by a local Jaguar dealership and it still has the balance of the 4 year factory warranty.
Check out the pictures and watch the video, uy with confidence this is a great car.

Below is a review on the F Type R, njoy!

Well, haps, aguar has finally redeemed itself and upheld your national pride. The Jaguar F-type R coupe is, n every way, legitimate 911 competitor. And yes, t's the more beautifully formed of the two. People literally coo at this sexy, loe-eyed coupe. The way the tapering roof settles in the hips . . . oh, orry, e digress.
It comes with a strong Meridian sound system, navigation system, nd everything covered in leather also the $2100 Vision Pack, hich brings blind-spot monitoring, ront parking sensors, nd adaptive headlights.
The F-type R coupe, owered by a 550-hp supercharged V-8, s also quicker than either of those PDK-equipped Porsches. At 3.5 seconds to 60 mph, his Jag is a tenth of a second quicker than one of the 911s and a half-second quicker than the other. The Jag clings to the skid pad with 1.00 g of grip, ust as tenacious as the Porsches. And it stops from 70 mph in 151 feet, nly three or four feet longer than the Carreras. This lusty little coupe is every bit the performance car its German rival is.
And yet, ne could accuse the Jag of two sports-car sins. At 3917 pounds, his two-seater is more than 600 pounds heavier than a similarly sized Carrera S. That's a lot of aluminum, he primary material in the structure. The R coupe's weight is a large part of the reason that it needs an extra two cylinders and a supercharger to achieve its superior acceleration numbers. Weight is the engine builder's problem, s the old saw goes (or possibly we made that up).
Also, nlike the Porsche, he Jaguar is not available with a manual transmission. But the R coupe's eight-speed automatic, ith standard steering-wheel-mounted paddle shifters, s as quick-shifting as it is smooth, real gem. It is beautifully matched to the F-type R coupe's demeanor, hich straddles the fence between grand tourer and all-out sports car. The 911 is similarly situated.
On 20-inch wheels, he R coupe shouldn't ride nearly as well as it does. The coupe's structure is utterly without flex (so see, hat weight was good for something). Even with short-sidewall tires, he car is unflustered by high-frequency road chop. And that's wearing stiffer springs and dampers than those in the V-8powered F-type roadster. You could easily putter around feeling quite content and comfortable in the standard suspension setting. Only the car's snug cabin and gloriously nasty exhaust note would suggest the R coupe's more delinquent leanings. Even in dynamic mode, he ride is far from harsh; it is merely less yielding to larger heaves in the road.
But no single trait defines the R coupe, r indeed any of the F-types, ore than its ripping, all-of-sound exhaust noise. Activate the "loud" button for the exhaust and lay into it. The car sprays in its wake the aural equivalent of 100 ninja stars. Breathe off the throttle and the exhaust pipes fire handfuls of Black Cat firecrackers at whatever is behind you. Yes, e know that the popping and grumbling the car does on overrun is just a bit of theater. It's a carefully orchestrated nostalgia trip to the old days before fuel injection and emissions controls made all engines behave perfectly. And further, e believe on principle that burning gas outside of an engine is silly. But, h, hat sound. That glorious sound. You just have a base-level response to it. It's a rare bit of adolescent pleasure for adults.

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