Our cars: Jaguar XF - December

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Jaguar XF 2.2D Luxury

Week ending December 23
Mileage: 5900
Driven this week: 1300 miles


The miles are racking up, mainly because I’ve spent the past week and a half solidly in the XF. It truly is brilliant for late-night and early-morning commutes, soaking up the stress and easing away the miles.

However, all these miles have started to highlight a shortcoming: the seats.

At the end of every 91-mile trek to and from work, I have a band of pain across my lower back, and I can only blame the shortage of support from the driver’s seat. It’s relatively shapeless, and there’s no lumbar adjustment available, which isn’t great when you do the miles I do.

I suspect I might have to invest in a cushion, or one of those tasteful beaded seat covers so loved by taxi drivers!

Euan.Doig@whatcar.com

Week ending December 16
Mileage 4600
Driven this week 700


So there you are, cruising along quite happily, and then you end up stuck behind a car belching smoke and exhaust fumes. So you hit the recirculation button on the ventilation system.

If you’re anything like me, you then forget about it and wonder why your nose is bunged up half an hour later.

No such issue in the Jag. The recirculation system is on a timer, and reverts to normal, fresh-air operation after a few minutes. No commuting snuffles for me!

Euan.Doig@whatcar.com

Week ending December 9
Mileage 3900
Driven this week 1300


Up to the ol’ homeland (Dundee) this week, and the XF was truly great on the journey up and back.

It was great in the positively Arctic weather conditions, too, and made me properly relieved that I added the £570 Winter Pack, which brings heated seats and a heated windscreen.

The screen cleared within two minutes, and the seats heated up quickly, so they were perfectly toasty once I’d scraped the rest of the windows.
Euan.Doig@whatcar.com

Week ending December 2
Mileage 2600
Driven this week 1100


Livid. Apoplectic. Impotently furious. Frustrated. I want to scream at someone but I don’t know who.

Someone has scratched the Jaguar’s bumper in a car park. Was there a note? Of course not. That would have been too much like a brief and blindingly bright flare of common decency in today’s gloomy, blame-shirking, get-away-with-it world.

So now the search for repair quotes begins. Me? Bitter? Pass me the milk and watch it curdle.
Euan.Doig@whatcar.com

Our cars: Jaguar XF - November

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