2015 Jaguar F-Type S Coupe: Perfection, Part II

I’m of the mind that the F-Type S is actually the best of the three available options, for a variety of reasons.

It’s really hard to overstate just how striking the 2015 Jaguar F-Type S coupe is in person.

I even had a young man ask my permission to just ‘take a walk around my car’ at a gas station.

Being behind the wheel of the F-Type S coupe was an open invitation to compliments, questions, and a variety of intricate hand gestures.

How do you follow up the most beautiful new car of the 2014 model year?

This is a car that is impossible to ignore, so shrinking violets might be better off behind the wheel of a 911 or an SL-Class.

The paddle shifters are crisp and precise.

The 2015 Jaguar F-Type coupe is an absolutely gorgeous follow-up to the convertible.

During our time together the vehicle attracted more attention than any other car I have driven in the past two years.

The two-seat F-Type delivers a driver-oriented cabin that combines old-world premium cues such as high end leather seats with modern touches like the high-tech shifter design.

The resulting aural assault that occurs when you pull back on one of the car’s paddles and select a lower gear has the might and tonality to destroy neighbourhoods.

Harmony is such an important, and rare consideration.

Jaguar has translated the F-Type roadster’s sculpted brashness into a sleek flowing elegance via the coupe’s teardrop roofline.

The infotainment gear to be found inside the F-Type coupe isn’t quite as flashy as the rest of the vehicle.

There’s a total absence of anything inside the model other than plush luxury.

It would be enough for the Jaguar F-Type S coupe to coast on its looks.

There's array of performance-enhancing buttons to be found on the car’s center console.

The more robust of the two six-cylinder F-Types presented by Jaguar is tens of thousands of dollars cheaper than the eight-cylinder R.

It’s glorious, and it’s further accompanied by the amplified detonations of off-throttle fuel blowing out the back pipes in a delightful gurgle that could only be described as Godzilla gargling a subway train.

The 380 horses that lie under your right foot when driving this version of the coupe translate into appreciable gusto.