I had high hopes for the XK when Jaguar delivered a 2007 convertible to my house for a weeklong test drive. I had seen the XK ads on TV. They depict a hip, urban couple in ecstasy as they drive a "liquid silver" XK along the bleached-out California coastline to the sounds of the indie group Spoon. That could be me, I thought. If I owned an XK I would be that cool. It didn't happen. After my week with the XK, I was still me--a slightly pudgy editor of a legal magazine who lives on a tree-lined street in a Chicago suburb.
That's XK's major flaw. It is a great car, but not a transformative one. During the test I never felt I was driving an ultra hip, $81,000 British sports car (the coupe starts at $75,000).