does anyone else wonder.....
how the F did i ever get to be here?

im outside cold in the dark looking at the silhouette of the F knowing im driving home 700 miles tomorrow and even in the barest of shadow, dark and silhouette i can see the ultimate car and i wish it was 5am already.

 

Of course not - we know we did the right thing ...

 

thats not what i asked

 

It is in our DNA. You are either a "car guy" or not. It is usually apparent at a very, very young age. Just like some guys are "sports guys" and know all the players on different teams, what their statistics are, etc. etc. which I have never understood the attraction of. The earliest photo of me, taken before I could even stand up or walk, has me sitting on the floor with a toy car in my hand and a big smile on my face.
All my favorite toys growing up were cars. I figure it was just in my blood.

So if your soul is stirred by just looking at some cars, and you are anticipating the drive rather than dreading it, those feelings were pre-determined before birth. Maybe it goes back to prehistoric men who saw horse-like animals and determined to catch them and tame them and to be able to ride like the wind covering long distances while astride them ?

 

i was actually getting at the fact that as an uneducated, no career, didnt win the lottery, no wealthy partner.....im driving a $100k car.
i should have been clearer, but i was having "a moment"
lol
have a great day boys and girls

 

Me too, I get what you mean. My teachers at school knew I'd never get on ...

 

Some of us are just "different". I got here the hard way. I was not formally educated until I had to. I was smart enough to get by without the paper degree. I got it later because I could see I wouldn't get further without it. (Went back to school in my 50's just for fun. I found it relatively easy. 3.98 gpa) Anyway all my life I spent stupid amounts of time and some amounts of money on mostly motorcycles and going fast. I built a couple cars to go fast too. When I hit my middle 60's I realized my go fast motorcycle days were soon behind me and I started to head toward my 4 wheel fantasies. Now I should also add that I never followed the American Dream of the huge house. I currently live in a house that I bought in rough, rough condition and through lots of hard work turned it into nice. Its in a moderate neighborhood and its paid for. This track of not spending every penny on living has allowed me to spend elsewhere. My dream car was always British. I have always loved the style. First car I ever made money on was a 1976 MG midget. Bought it dead and made it nice. Sold it for a profit 2 weeks before Lucas the prince of darkness struck and burned it up. I always lusted after an Aston Martin, but after seeing the F Type in person on a trip to England I was hooked. There is no cure for this addiction. The F is the first vehicle I've owned, of many, that I look at as I walk away and just admire its beauty. I just smile when I drive it, and laugh at the noise it makes. The F Type is a very very special car.

 

I know exactly how you felt at that 'moment'. I have that 'moment' several times per day! Finding and purchasing my F type was a very long time coming. Many years dreaming about the car, followed by almost a full year of active searching (yes, my options were specific).
A few months ago I found and purchased my 2017 R. It was 100% everything that I wanted and more. 1700 miles away but that was not a deterrent.
Every time I look at it, I can't believe I have it. For years, I read other lucky owners threads here on the forum and watched countless YouTube reviewers driving this beauty and raving about its qualities, jealously, but patiently, waiting my turn.
What is this beautiful work of art doing in my driveway? Am I really climbing into a $120K car? Did I really get this car for the same price as a loaded Chevy Camaro? I hope its with me for many many years to come!

 

Now I understand the OP's question.
I have always owned nice cars, either 2 seat sports cars or sport coupes like the original Infiniti G35. But generally in the sub $50k price range. I was making a decent income, above the median for my area but living in Southern California and in one of the most expensive housing markets in the country. I figured that I was better off putting money into a house payment which was pretty much guaranteed appreciation, than into a vehicle payment for a car which was sure to depreciate. I was also making the maximum contributions to my 401k plan and had refinanced my home a few years back when the interest rates plummeted and paid it off early. I bought a new car in 2019 and paid it off after 18 months.

I was offered early retirement almost 2 years ago with a generous severance package. I knew that I would do just fine with my investments as income and basically very low living expenses with no mortgage to worry about so I jumped on the chance.
I owned a decent amount of Tesla stock which suddenly skyrocketed. Holy smoke ! I then decided that since I'm not getting any younger that I might as well have some fun and reward myself for all the hard work and fiscal responsibility that I had practiced, and placed an order for a new F Type R.

 

Yup, I rented the F type for my wedding in 2017, I was so excited we drove around for hours exploring the city - couldnt quite believe I had rented it, the noise, the looks, had me on the edge of the seat.
Fast forward 3 years, and I purchased my own - what a feeling - you guys are right, I was obsessed with cars from a very young age!

 

I'm on board and agree with the "car guy/girl" backstory. But I'd offer that Jaguar folks have other factors at play. I'd bet most of us have an inner desire for functional and exciting objects that can, make that MUST also be beautiful. And throw in a heavy dose of romanticism and a desire not to follow the crowd. Maybe a dollop of the Anglophile as well. Astons fit the mold, but aside from that, there's simply no alternative. Given those factors, some of us will do what's necessary to own one of these fantastic beasts. Damn it feels good.