When you're a child the world is all yours.
You're told that you have the potential to be anything.
So you decide endlessly one day you're gonna be a doctor, the next a lawyer, then a train driver because trains are awesome.
A parent hopes their child will conquer the world, and their kid turns a box into a spaceship.
But as you get older when you tell your parents you want to be say, an astronaut, they start ruffling your hair and say, yeah, you can do whatever you want to do.
They start getting a little more serious and say, well, you know, you can but.
You need to work hard for it.
Teachers also lose their magic, they switch from being kindly people who fill you with fun knowledge about numbers, colors and all and turn into sterner figures who tell you to do more to get the best grade possible so you can have a good job.
Your childish wish to be an astronaut is all of a sudden far away.
Separated by books, and further still, by a set of arbitrary letters that need to be attached to your name.
All of a sudden, a cardboard box isn't a spaceship anymore.
It's, it's just a piece of brown cardboard that used to contain stuff.
You're too busy working on your homework so you can get your grades, and potentially have an interesting job.
Though you're not going to be an astronaut anymore unless you're really, really lucky.
You played the game so hard for so long that your inner child is hushed and popped in a corner so much so that most people forget about it.
There are some people, though, that do embrace their inner child, they let them play, tinker, and soar about the clouds.
Yeah, they may wear a business suit to the office, but.
In their own time, the seats completely different.
Like the Jaguar XS, it was told it's whole life that it would be a racing car.
That it can tangle with the best the world has to offer.
Then, somewhere along it's life, Jag put a diesel engine in it, and sent it to work on the motor way.
It played the game, it had dreams, and it ended up somewhere completely different.
For where you want it to be.
Until now, the XFRS has 542 brake horsepower.
That's racecar power, and it makes a big burbly noise like a racer as well.
To top it all off it's a bit quick.
Nought to 60 takes 4.4 seconds and its top speed is well over 180 miles an hour.
Now that puts it not only in super car baiting territory, but also toe to toe with Mercedes, Audi and BMW with their super saloon supercar wanna-be.
Finally, the XF gets to live up to its calling.
To be the fast, noisy thing.
Its suspension is stiffer than the normal car.
It's got badges all over it that show off how much more it is.
I've driven a Lexus before, in a three litre diesel spec.
And it was nice, it was waspy and it was floating, it was typical Jag.
Big, comfy and a bit quick.
This is that pull off.
Now in normal mode the steering is very light and floating.
The car is quite.
Forgiving, it, it's as you would expect a big jag, nice and comfy.
Yeah, the springs have been toughened up for the rs, but it's not jarring.
Around town, you can posture about, and you won't need to go see a chiropractor afterwards.
It's a nice car.
But when you put your foot down, you get that big whoosh of noise that makes you curl.
Noise right at you, right in your face.
And the back can get a little bit twitchy but thankfully, all the safety nets, of traction control and what have you, are there to save you.
Its HB gearbox is, sublime.
It's such a good gearbox.
Yeah, it's a single clutch, but.
It doesn't seem to take too long about it.
When you wanna change up, it'll let you.
When you wanna change down, well wait until you're in non engine-destroying territory, and then it will deliver the goods.
That's all lovely.
Let's face it, it can't not be.
It's a Jag.
But, it's when you press the dynamic mode button, and switch the gears in.
Into sport mode that the XFRS really comes into its own.
It becomes what it wants to be.
A big, angry snotty thing.
What the [UNKNOWN] also does, it makes the steering just a little bit heavier, the [UNKNOWN] a little bit sharper.
So you feel like you're in a proper sports car, which you kind of are.
All that torque, all that power, all it does come in handy, if you want something, indicator out, and off you go, and down, like that, it's no mercy, so fast, and quite unassuming as well, oh [UNKNOWN], nice car, gonna be a bit quick.
Oh my god, what was that, and it leaves all that noise right behind them.
The RS Jags are a little bit mad, a little bit different.
They're the cars that let their hair down and say, sorry
One more for the road.
But there's a problem.
It's a big one too.
The same one that the XKRS has.
It can't reach its potential on UK roads.
Hell, any roads with a speed limit.
Is bound by two white lines and a limit sign hemming it in, making sure that it plays the game.
[NOISE] If this thing will get from naught to sixty in less than four and a half seconds, it will get from naught to seventy in what, a shade over five?
But that's where it has to stop.
It has to stop at 70 miles an hour
This thing has way more power, way more go, way more ability than what the road will ever allow it to have.
With a car like this, especially this one, you want to give it space to breathe.
You want to allow it to do big, sweeping skids and leave its mark on the [UNKNOWN] If you're caught doing that, you'll get sent straight to prison.
But, it's a brilliant, brilliant car.
It's wonderful to sit in.
You could quite happily eat a continental tea for breakfast and not really realize that you'd done it.
And that's a hell of an achievement.
Like, in a child's dream the XFRS didn't quite make his dream of being a full, fat race car, but it's still a truly, brilliant car to drive but you'll never see it's full potential on the road.
So, what you should do is get one take it to a track.
Put your spacesuit on and just go racing.
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