The acceleration is fierce and the F-Type screams past 100kmph in just 4.3 seconds and goes all the way to 300kmph. It almost looks like a storm cloud has permanently settled behind the F-Type. The rain in spurts has left a thin film of water on the road and I can see a massive plume building up behind me as the speedo needle rapidly hikes north. This is fun for a while, to see the Jaguar F-Type just going nuts opening up all 8 of her cylinders and letting the 495 horses scream and shout. The F-Type's gorgeous design attracted a lot of attention So to make the most of it, I buy me a daily pass and then make a dozen trips across the sea-link connecting Bandra to Worli. In a couple of hours more, the city will be awake fully and rushing about like ants under the sun. It's one of the grim sides of the job we are in but it also gives me the unique opportunity to explore just what it means to drive a sports car inside an overcrowded metropolis a city where people don't have the time to stop and stare, or couldn't care less even if you were the president of the world. It's got trade plates on and that means I cannot exit Mumbai city limits. The only reason I am driving this car around Bandra is because Jaguar hasn't registered it as yet. The F-Type is the first all-new sportscar from Jaguar in 40 years So rather than wait to see a rolling pin flying through my windscreen I decide to hightail it out of that particular lane and wake up the adjacent neighborhoods. A quick jab of the throttle pushes the rev needle up to 6000rpm and lets the quad exhausts pipes crackle.īy now, I am expecting some of the aunties in their nightgowns to come barking out of the door, rolling pins in hand. And so at precisely 6am, I thumb down the bronze starter on the Jaguar F-Type and let the 8 cylinders explode to life. This dull overcast morning, shattering their peace would be what is probably the most gorgeous-looking alarm clock in the world. So, I decide it's time to wake up the neighbours. My new Bering indicates it's 5:59 in the morning, the sun is about to poke its head out of the horizon. Lovely sleepy houses line both sides of the roads that are also lush with bright green vegetation thanks to the monsoon. The small narrow by-lanes of old Bandra are some of the quaintest haunts of Mumbai.
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