The plan since health has returned...rid pure sports car piggy porker for a fat engined roadster that will blast down to the Kernow on a regular basis for surfing weekends, obvious choice an F type, drop dead looks, brilliant car with a matchbox boot but, hey, we can live with that. Filling up for fuel the other week a snarling farting banging V8 Jag draws up to the next pump....chat begins...I’m in love more than before, a V6 supercharged will suffice and let the hunting begin.....that was until I flicked the paddle shifter.....
..you’ve all had one of those wet floppy sweaty palmed handshakes from a left wing socialist vegan that hates the world yes..? The kind where you want to scream at the ponce to man up and shake hands properly you whingeing drip... Yes, we all know the type...well one of those drips works for Jaguar and has designed their shifters....for fecks sake why..?? A hairy chested roadster with a tiny barely moving paddle that has a truly pathetic little click... :x Where’s the satisfaction in that..?? Where’s the travel and a properly engineered thunk on up and downshifts to match the fantastic sound from the Zorst...(I learned that word from a copy of Max power once... :? ) Seriously it’s put me right off, completely spoiled a car that ticks every single box for me otherwise...
BUGGER....!! :roll:
BUGGER....!! :roll:

