I've driven test cars that I've handed back without much regret at the end of the week. I've driven cars that I was sorry to hand back.
And then there was the Jaguar F-Type. Ye gods, I almost cried when I handed over the keys. When I win the lottery, my path will be this: pick up the money, go to the bank, go to the Jaguar dealer. Or maybe I won't even take the time to stop at the bank.
Here's the scoop on why this is my favorite car of the year so far.