The wrong sort of cool...
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Working late yet again on Tuesday, I walk out the office at 9pm pausing for a moment to appreciate the XJR sitting alone in the carpark with only the moonlight to highlight it's shapely curves. Slipping into the drivers seat, I put the key into the ignition and feel the days stresses ooze away as the memory seats and wheel do their thing.
I start the silky smooth V8 and flick the lights on to illuminate my way. Sliding the lever into reverse, the reassuring click click of the doors locking prepares me for the run out of downtown Swanley. I make a split second decision not to turn right and take the usual seven minute blat through country lanes, instead deciding to do the PH thing and take the long way home. I flick the steering wheel stereo control to change over to Radio3 and feel my pulse quicken in time to the lively strings in action, in anticipation of the thirty minute blast home.
This is what a Jag is for...
...then it hits me, like a full frontal blast of cold air.
It is a full frontal blast of cold air! Where's the warm air gone? The air-con says 24deg.C, but my face says somewhere below freezing! Noooooooo...... I've committed to twenty minutes more driving time than I needed and now I'm going to freeze. To top it all off, the upcoming service is now going to cost me even more.
Honestly, it's enough to turn someone to the German side...
I start the silky smooth V8 and flick the lights on to illuminate my way. Sliding the lever into reverse, the reassuring click click of the doors locking prepares me for the run out of downtown Swanley. I make a split second decision not to turn right and take the usual seven minute blat through country lanes, instead deciding to do the PH thing and take the long way home. I flick the steering wheel stereo control to change over to Radio3 and feel my pulse quicken in time to the lively strings in action, in anticipation of the thirty minute blast home.
This is what a Jag is for...
...then it hits me, like a full frontal blast of cold air.
It is a full frontal blast of cold air! Where's the warm air gone? The air-con says 24deg.C, but my face says somewhere below freezing! Noooooooo...... I've committed to twenty minutes more driving time than I needed and now I'm going to freeze. To top it all off, the upcoming service is now going to cost me even more.
Honestly, it's enough to turn someone to the German side...
Could just be the 'stat? Has she been running rich (even crappier fuel consumption) or the temp gauge rising slowly?
A quick search also suggests flushing the heater matrix, or an issue with the heater pump as possibilities.
At least with a Jag, when something goes wrong it can often be fixed easily.
Mind you that's not to say I'm not tempted by something like an M5 either
A quick search also suggests flushing the heater matrix, or an issue with the heater pump as possibilities.
At least with a Jag, when something goes wrong it can often be fixed easily.
Mind you that's not to say I'm not tempted by something like an M5 either
groomi said:
Working late yet again on Tuesday, I walk out the office at 9pm pausing for a moment to appreciate the XJR sitting alone in the carpark with only the moonlight to highlight it's shapely curves. Slipping into the drivers seat, I put the key into the ignition and feel the days stresses ooze away as the memory seats and wheel do their thing.
I start the silky smooth V8 and flick the lights on to illuminate my way. Sliding the lever into reverse, the reassuring click click of the doors locking prepares me for the run out of downtown Swanley. I make a split second decision not to turn right and take the usual seven minute blat through country lanes, instead deciding to do the PH thing and take the long way home. I flick the steering wheel stereo control to change over to Radio3 and feel my pulse quicken in time to the lively strings in action, in anticipation of the thirty minute blast home.
This is what a Jag is for...
I start the silky smooth V8 and flick the lights on to illuminate my way. Sliding the lever into reverse, the reassuring click click of the doors locking prepares me for the run out of downtown Swanley. I make a split second decision not to turn right and take the usual seven minute blat through country lanes, instead deciding to do the PH thing and take the long way home. I flick the steering wheel stereo control to change over to Radio3 and feel my pulse quicken in time to the lively strings in action, in anticipation of the thirty minute blast home.
This is what a Jag is for...
Pretty much sums up owning a Jag...
groomi said:
...then it hits me, like a full frontal blast of cold air.
It is a full frontal blast of cold air! Where's the warm air gone? The air-con says 24deg.C, but my face says somewhere below freezing! Noooooooo...... I've committed to twenty minutes more driving time than I needed and now I'm going to freeze. To top it all off, the upcoming service is now going to cost me even more.
Honestly, it's enough to turn someone to the German side...
My experience with the German side is that you'd have got in. Turned the key and the memory seat would wind it's way into action, except that the head rest would decide to choose someone elses settings and so push your head out of the way. You'd turn the stereo on and decide that you'd love to listen to the new Madeleine Peyroux CD you just bought, so the system would forget it has a CD changer attached. You'd pull out of the car park, put your foot gently down on the right pedal, not much would happen, so you squeeze a little more... nothing, oh well some sensor on the inlet manifold has decided that it has worked the regulation number of hours and that it would contravene some regulation somewhere if it allowed the turbos to work anymore today. OK, so the heater might work, but it would be a poor imitation of one anyway. It is a full frontal blast of cold air! Where's the warm air gone? The air-con says 24deg.C, but my face says somewhere below freezing! Noooooooo...... I've committed to twenty minutes more driving time than I needed and now I'm going to freeze. To top it all off, the upcoming service is now going to cost me even more.
Honestly, it's enough to turn someone to the German side...
Good luck with the service.
BTW, if you really want to complement the Jaguar experience, get a pre-heater fitted. I can climb into the car on freezing cold mornings, turn the ignition and get a face full of nice warm air straight away
Job38 said:
groomi said:
...then it hits me, like a full frontal blast of cold air.
Honestly, it's enough to turn someone to the German side...
Come to the Dark Side, the force is strong here! Honestly, it's enough to turn someone to the German side...
(no one will ever let you out of a junction again though)
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