A friend of mine who was far too young for it owned an XK-R for about six months until he came to the same conclusion about it that I did: he was going to die in that car. It was the most incredible machine I've ever had the pleasure of going 100 MPH on the LA freeways in (bad sentence structure, but you get the idea). He sold it before it killed him, thank goodness. I'm glad I never got to drive it, or I'd be obsessed with it for the rest of my life. Just riding in it was enough.