Thursday 29 March 2018

First Drive review: 2018 Ford Mustang GT (facelift)

TIME TO put on a Steve McQueen turtleneck and get ready to press the throttle to the floor mat. McQueen, star of 1968 film Bullitt, died tragically young in 1980 but if it is possible for the spirit of the ’60s to live on in metal and glass then the Ford Mustang is it.

The pony car was relaunched in 2015 but a newer version of the new Mustang has arrived, and it has a more powerful 5-litre V8 engine, uprated by 30bhp to 444bhp. Its 0-62mph time of 4.5 seconds is on par with a modern Porsche Carrera, one of McQueen’s favourite cars.

The gearbox is also improved from a 6-speed torque converter in the standard ‘stang to a 10-speed, double clutch ‘select shift’. It’s a long way from the 4-speed manual in the GT fastback featured in the movie.


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There are six standard driving modes — two more than before: Snow/ Wet, Normal, Sport, Track, Drag-strip (think: launch control) and Manual — as well as “My mode”, which saves your favourite performance settings.

So how does it drive? It’s a better car than the previous model with a turn of speed that defies its size and a superb engine that beats anything its European rivals can deliver, both in terms of horsepower for the money and noise. The 10-speed autochanger works hard when you’re putting the car through a series of curves up a mountain road but it delivers seamless, thrilling performance, especially in sport mode.

Prices start at £35,995 for the Fastback 2.3-litre Ecoboost engine with manual gearbox. For £46,595 you get the top of the range 5-litre auto convertible, the one to have if you can stretch to it.

“The only reason not to buy this car is that a special Ford Mustang Bullitt edition is on its way later in the year”

There may not be that many days when you can put the top down but this isn’t a car for the everyday commute. It’s for high days and holy days when you can wheel it out of the garage and drive to the coast or a country pub.

Other improvements over the old model include a host of new driver safety aids, including auto emergency braking, lane departure warning and pedestrian detection. The lack of these on the previous Mustang contributed to it being given only two NCAP stars for safety. Ford says it’s hoping that will be lifted to three for the new model. If that doesn’t seem many, it’s because of the continued lack of pretensioning seatbelts in the rear and the low roofline that restricts headroom for rear seat passengers.

 

The car has a slightly sharper look thanks to new bonnet scoops and all-round LED lights. You can also adjust the butterfly valves in the exhaust so you don’t wake the neighbours when you take it for a Sunday morning spin.

A must-have for European roads is the “Magneride” self-adjusting damper system that noticeably improves ride and handling. But don’t be tempted by the optional rear spoiler; McQueen would have turned in his grave.

The only reason not to buy this car is that a special Ford Mustang Bullitt edition is on its way later in the year, promising 470bhp and a Highland Green livery to match the 50-year-old Mustang that starred in the film. That should be a hoot.

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Friday 23 March 2018

The Clarkson Review: 2018 Citroën C3 Aircross

WHEN “the Beast from the East” combined with Storm Emma to give the Mail Online’s headline writers a chance to let their hair down — “Red lockdown chaos as beast takes complete control” or some such — I was assuming, because I have a stiff upper lip, it’d amount to nothing.

It was just a load of weathermen and weathermen women inventing new levels of danger so they could be shunted from a bulletin after the news to the news itself.

And I’m sorry but Britain is in the wrong place for extreme conditions. We have heavy drizzle or light drizzle.


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So I went to bed that night assuming my trip to the airport the next day would be fine. This wasn’t a casual trip either. The last two holidays I’d tried to take were cut short for one reason or another, so I was determined to get away for a week’s rest and relaxation before another year of filming with the constant dull ache that is James May.

I should have gone to London the night before the flight. People explained that my cottage, on the top of a hill in the Cotswolds, would be first to fall victim to the “ice blizzard killer hell”. But I said, “Pah!” and ignored them.

This was a mistake, because when I awoke, the lane to my cottage was under 5ft of snow. And so, while trying to pack with one hand, I made a panicky call to my local farmer with the other and asked if he could clear it with his tractor. “Not much point,” he said in that cheerful, farmery way, “because even if you could get to the village, you’re not going anywhere.”

I saw this as a challenge and went to start my trusty 11-year-old Range Rover. Which decided it didn’t much fancy the idea of a steep lane under 5ft of snow and developed an electrical fault. This stopped the off-road gubbins working, so all it did was slither.

My girlfriend pointed out that we also had the Supacat, a six-wheel-drive, fat-tyred army machine designed to go onto the battlefield and retrieve stranded Snatch Land Rovers. “That’d get us out,” she said.

“The Aircross is a mini off-road crossover urban MPV in the same mould as the Seat Arona, the Kia Stonic, the Hyundai Kona and half a dozen others that you’d rather kill yourself than buy”

And she was right. That thing would laugh in the face of Storm Beast, but after it got us into Chuntsworthy, then what? It has no roof or numberplates or suspension, so it wouldn’t work on, say, the M40. Not at –200C, which is what the Mail Online said the temperature was outside.

Happily, I had a car on loan that week from Citroën. Unhappily, it was something called an Aircross, which is a mini off-road crossover urban MPV in the same mould as the Seat Arona, the Kia Stonic, the Hyundai Kona and half a dozen others that you’d rather kill yourself than buy.

To try to make it stand out from the sea of awfulness, the Citroën has orange roof rails, chunky skid plates and tough-looking wheelarch extensions, but all this stuff is a bit like Theresa May’s shoes. Zany as hell but not fooling anyone.

They certainly weren’t fooling me, because under the skin the Aircross is actually a Vauxhall. And is that what you want — a Vauxhall, with Theresa May’s shoes, that was built in Spain? No, me neither.

And it was definitely not what I wanted on that snowy morning as the Beast became Emma and the drifts were deep enough to drown Richard Hammond. Because, while the little Citroën looks as if it has four-wheel drive, it doesn’t.

It didn’t have much grunt either, because its 1.2-litre three-cylinder engine is designed for tax avoidance in Paris rather than a full-on snowstorm. Yes, thanks to some turbocharging, it develops 128bhp, which is more than you’d expect from an engine this small, but it wasn’t going to be enough.

“Incredibly, the Aircross made good progress across the monochrome, frozen landscape like Scott of the Antarctic. Who of course died”

Still, there was no alternative, so we loaded the suitcases, fiddled about with the grip control system, which I assumed was a gimmick designed to fool people into thinking this little bit of Eurotrash might actually work in places it’ll never go, and set off.

As the lane to the village was out of the question, I decided to take a cross-country route. I figured that most of the snow in the drifts had been blown off the fields and that they’d be clear. I also reckoned that because it was so cold, and because this part of the country is essentially brash, there’d be no sticky stuff to bog the Citroën down.

And incredibly, given that both suppositions were formed from nothing but hope, the Aircross made good progress, bumping across the monochrome, frozen landscape like Scott of the Antarctic. Who of course died. So, with that in mind, we were prepared for the worst, wearing big coats, scarves, thick-soled shoes and thermal underwear.

Soon we reached a road buried under even more snow than the lane. It was the same story at the next road. But eventually we emerged through a hedge into the village, which was like a scene from The Omega Man, only quieter. Everyone had taken the advice of the Mail Online and stayed at home with their families to await the cold hand of death.

But there was at least no drifting on the easterly route out of the village, so off we set, and soon we made it to the next village, and then — joy of joys — the main road. It was blocked. A BMW — famously the worst snow cars in the world — had tried to climb a moderate hill and failed. This had brought out the off-roading enthusiasts, who were doing manly things with ropes.

It was amusing to watch the shrill women who moan all year about Chelsea tractors begging the drivers of such vehicles for help.Everyone laughed at the Citroën, and said even if the BMW got free, a lorry had got stuck and there was no way past that.

We tried another route, but that was blocked by a slithering gritting lorry. The council was doing its best and I commend it. But it was a lost cause, and as the dashboard clock flashed away, so, it seemed, was my holiday. Chipping Norton had been cut off.


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There was only one option: to head for even higher ground and a small B-road. I didn’t hold out much hope, and an off-roading enthusiast flagged me down to say it was impassable. But he was reckoning without the little Citroën, which, in conditions that were stopping intercity trains, got through.

There was plenty wrong with it. The wipers made a godawful racket, the indicator ticks were too loud and you can’t shut the stop-start function without going into a sub-menu on the command and control screen.

Mind you, by not fitting a button for this, or anything else, Citroën has saved a few quid, which is passed on to the customer. If you want a crappy little urban crossover MPV car, the Aircross is good value.

And while there’s plenty to annoy you 362 days of the year, it’s brilliant on the three days when we have snow. It is far and away the best off-roader I’ve driven.

But because I didn’t think it would be, I arrived in the Seychelles still in my tweed shooting coat. The immigration man must have thought I was mad.

 

Head to head: Citroën C3 Aircross vs Fiat 500X

Citroën C3 Aircross PureTech 130 S&S manual Flair Fiat 500X Cross Plus 1.4 MultiAir II 140hp
Price £18,490 £20,250
0-62mph 10.4sec 9.8sec
Power 129bhp 138bhp
Economy 53.3mpg 47mpg
CO2 119g/km 139g/km
Boot space 520 litres 350 litres

 

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Wednesday 14 March 2018

The James May Review: 2018 Ferrari Portofino

SOMETHING troubled me about the new Ferrari Portofino right from the off. It started, in fact, during the inevitable pre-drive technical briefing, presented on this occasion in a below-stairs grotto lit by soft red bulbs like some high-class clip joint, where the porn is pictures of posh convertible cars.

One of them showed a Portofino artfully posed with the camping gear one can allegedly fit into its boot. Really? Camping, in your Ferrari? I suppose it might have been a joke, but a joke in a Ferrari technical briefing is a bit like a meeting of the General Synod of the Church of England sanctioning the Ibiza club mix of Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven.

At one point there was a gratifying slide showing a picture of a piston and a graph about peak cylinder pressure at 7,500rpm, which is 10% up on the Ferrari California’s. That’s more like it! But this was quickly swept aside in favour of more lifestyle imagery and marketing. Honestly, it’s the end of days.


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Still, I did at least learn a few things: 70% of buyers of the “entry-level” convertible Fezza are new to the marque, and they drive them half as much again as the owners of the mid-engined cars. More women buy them, though not as many as Ferrari would like, because most women have more sense.

Also — and this was conveyed to me most emphatically in an email even before I left for southern Italy — Ferraris are not expensive to own. All new ones come with seven years’ servicing included (which is a genuinely great thing), the fuel economy is better than ever in the new turbocharged era, and high residuals mean the real cost of long-term ownership is low compared with the crippling fiscal burden that attends owning an executive saloon, an SUV or any of the other tawdry tinsel of the unenlightened motoring masses. On paper, this is all true enough, but neatly overlooks the need to find £166,180 in your 2p and 1p jar in order to buy a Portofino in the first place.

What is this thing, exactly? It’s a V8 twin-turbo, 592bhp, not quite two-plus-two, front-engined roadster with a clever retractable hard top. Very handsome it is, too, but if I were a real bore, I’d say it isn’t a proper Ferrari.

The problem (usual caveat about it being a First World one) is this: once the roof comes off a car, everything else about it is secondary. When driving a Ferrari 488 Berlinetta (hardtop), part of the delicious thrill is the mere thought that you have accepted a certain amount of practical compromise and huge expense in return for being gifted an instrument of pure and uncompromised driving pleasure.

“They really should drop the Sport setting and add one below Comfort denoted as ‘Poncing About'”

In the Portofino, the gift is God’s creation; the foals gambol alongside the road, the Woodbine spices are wafted, and merrie it is while summer lasts, but the same is available in equal measure in a Mazda MX-5 or a rotting Triumph Herald.

I hope this doesn’t sound mardy. It’s not meant to, I’m merely trying to articulate why the Portofino isn’t the same prospect as other Ferraris. It’s for the same reason that, on the used market, the Berlinetta versions of the mid-engined cars generally command a higher price than the Spider variants. The latter are seen as slightly flippant and off-message.

Fortunately, however, I’m not a complete car bore, so if we can put aside the facile worry that we’ve been a bit of a snowflake about Ferrari ownership, there’s a great deal to enjoy.

It looks like a Ferrari. It has supposedly been inspired by the Daytona but I don’t see this and regard that statement as a moment of weakness by Ferrari’s marketeers. One of the things that has made Ferrari so great is that it has always styled contemporary cars that come to stand unequivocally for their time. Look at the Testarossa now, a perfect paradigm for what the 1980s were about. Likewise the 308 of the 1970s. The Portofino has an angular modernity about it and, to my eye, suggests some Japanese influence.

It smells like a Ferrari too. It’s the unmistakable whiff of a luxury good, which I find comforting. The controls are all what you’d expect in a Ferrari, although it’s worth noting that the steering wheel’s Manettino switch — perhaps named after a 19th-century Italian tenor resident at La Scala — here offers just three settings: Comfort, Sport and one where all the driver aids are off, which you shouldn’t use, otherwise why didn’t you buy the 488?

See what I mean? They really should drop this setting and add one below Comfort denoted as “Poncing About”. It’s excellent for that. To my mind, the true measure of a high-performance car is how relaxing it is just to ponce about in. It’s what made the original Bugatti Veyron so astonishing.

The engine is an absolute monster, and the turbocharging naysayers really can pipe down now. Never mind that it can propel the Portofino to 60mph in under 3.5 seconds; Ferrari’s meticulous engine management means the powerband — the region of the graph between the onset of maximum torque and maximum power — lasts for 4,500rpm, making this a very tractable car.

Gearchanges can be discharged with race-car brutality if you keep your shoe down. They can be feathered if you curl your toes as you flick the paddle with a dismissive fingertip. The exhaust barks encouragingly, the steering is beautifully weighted for a charge through a curva pericolosa, a slight rear weight bias gives the Portofino a faint muscle-car demeanour.

But, really, who gives a toss? The single stalkless flower of the sun hangs in the inverted bowl of spotless blue etc etc and I am back to appreciating this car for what it primarily is, namely, one without a roof.


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This is a particular treat for a Briton. If you live in the south of France, where the sunshine is predictable, a convertible can become a bit of a bore. But here, every opportunity to lower the roof is a small triumph in the long battle against the egg-headed miserablists of the Met Office, and precious as a result.

This, in the end, is why I fell for the Portofino — for the very reasons I doubted it in the first place. That its Ferrariesque characteristics are slightly dormant is actually its appeal. They are something to be dipped into at leisure, and very gratifying when they’re indulged. The rest of the time, this car is just a deeply desirable and muscular roadster with an especially effective wind deflector. That it also happens to be a Ferrari is simply confirmation of your wealth and good taste.

There’s something else. Of all Ferraris, the Portofino is by far the most usable, and that’s something worth considering as the years advance and settling into one of the V8 cars elicits an ever-louder sigh of relief. The poet Larkin wrote of the tyranny of “age, and then the only end of age”. But it’s nice to know there will always be an appropriate Ferrari to go with it.

Jeremy Clarkson is away

Head to head: Ferrari Portofino vs Mercedes-AMG SL 63

Ferrari Portofino Mercedes-AMG SL 63
Price £166,180 £117,725
Fuel 26.9mpg 28.8mpg
0-62mph 3.5sec 4.1sec
Power 592bhp 577bhp

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Friday 9 March 2018

Super investments? Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS

HAS THERE ever been a better time to have a mid-life crisis? Traditionally, the car to help you reclaim your youth after years of hard-slog was a Porsche 911, but now there are convincing alternatives, and two from Audi and Jaguar spring to mind.

Audi’s R8 V10 and Jaguar’s F-Type SVR are proper, rip-it-up, no-holds-barred super sports cars, good enough to give the Porsche 911 a run for its money.

Note we’re refraining from using the term “Porsche slayers”. That’s because so many Porsche slayers have come and gone, left behind by the simple, zesty formula of flat-six engine in the rear, bags of power and no excess weight has seen off every challenger.


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But there’s no doubt that the gap is narrowing and horsepower is cheaper than ever. Once upon a time, a supercar cost as much as a house, but as property prices have gone relentlessly in one direction — upwards — and the cost of supercar-standard power, acceleration and speed has gone down, there’s no excuse not to, at least, take one for a test drive.

We’ve done just that, and here are our verdicts.

 

Audi R8 V10 plus

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

James Mills

The Audi R8 looks as though it has driven straight out of a designer’s computer screen. The Porsche and Jaguar are covetable, but it next to the R8’s sharp edged silhouette, they look weighed down by decades of history.

It’s a similar story inside – if you can get in. Like all these cars, the R8 is not exactly your typical family car. It’s the lowest here, with the roof barely rising above the driver’s waist, so you have to perform a quick spot of yoga to insert yourself in the driver’s seat.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review - R8 interior

Once in, the dashboard is minimal, like a homage to Steve Jobs. There’s just a solitary digital instrument display – known as the Virtual Cockpit – which can be configured multiple ways depending on the information you want to see. If you’re going into an unfamiliar city, you might want the panoramic, and detailed, 3D map in front of you. But if you’re letting the car off the leash in the Scottish Highlands, then a press of a button brings up a big speedo and rev counter.

Ah yes, the rev counter. One glance tells you all you need to know about this car’s secret ingredient: there is a naturally-aspirated, 5.2-litre V10 engine behind your head that will rev to a celestial 8,700rpm.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

And the noise… boy, it’s good. If Audi released a digital recording of the R8’s V10 it would shake up the iTunes download charts.

Equally good are the gearbox, brakes and chassis. This is the most precise-handling car of the three, which feels as though it has a centre of gravity that’s half that of the Jag and Porsche.

Yet Audi’s engineers have pulled off an even more remarkable feat. Despite it being so thrilling and satisfying to drive, an octogenarian could happily drive this car. When you want it to be, it’s a pussycat, even managing to ride over potholes as though its suspension is fashioned from parts of Aladdin’s magic carpet.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

Admittedly, the Porsche is more practical. But anyone buying this sort of car is bound to have a seven seat SUV in the garage as well. And why bring passengers along when you could enjoy it all to yourself?

Some may view the R8 as a trophy to success for displaying on the driveway. But it is so much more than that. This isn’t just the best sports car in this company, it is one of the best of all time.

Audi R8 V10 Plus specifications

  • Price £141,130
  • Engine 5.2-litre V10
  • Power 602bhp @ 8250rpm
  • Torque 413 Ib ft @ 6500rpm
  • 0-62mph 3.2sec
  • Top speed 205mph
  • Economy 23mpg
  • CO2 287g/km
  • Luggage 112 litres


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Jaguar F Type SVR

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

Will Dron

When the Jaguar F-Type first went on sale in 2013, it was available with three engine choices, including a rear-wheel drive V8 S with 545bhp. It was a fantastic car but heavy at the nose and with savage thrust via the rear wheels; so much as a dab of throttle on a damp roundabout sent you facing the wrong way without much bother at all.

When we said as much at the time, some sceptics thought we’d exaggerated the issue. But head to the Jaguar website now and try to buy a rear-wheel drive V8-powered F-type. You can’t, can you? No, if you want a big, 8-cylinder lump at the front, you need to go all-wheel drive. Sense, it seems, has prevailed.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

This F-type SVR, from Jaguar’s Special Vehicle Operations department, is the most extreme iteration of the road-going F-type. It has a V8 – a 5-litre supercharged unit pumping out 567bhp and 516 lb ft of torque, which is 22bhp and 55 lb ft more than the widowmaker we drove in 2014.

But you’d be wrong to think it’s an even hairier experience. It sends power to all four wheels (albeit biased towards the rear), so it doesn’t want to snap the rear end round and fire you backwards into a ditch every time you try to exit a corner.

Not only that, but the balance is a revolution. Yes, it’s still nose-heavy but it feels nimbler through the corners. Jaguar engineers did a lot of work to change the handling of the car, including shaving 25kg off the standard all-wheel-drive F-type R, or 50kg if you spec it with the optional carbon brakes and roof.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review - f-type interior

There’s also a different aerodynamic treatment to reduce lift and drag, new dampers and anti-roll bars, wider tyres, lightweight 20-inch wheels and so on. The transmission, steering and power delivery also have bespoke calibrations. The result is a car a world away from the V8 S we drove in 2014, and won’t send you the wrong way round a roundabout.

That extra power means it’s — how best to put this — no slouch. Officially, it can reach 62mph from standstill in 3.5 seconds, and reach a top speed of 200mph (195mph for the convertible), which are impressive statistics but they don’t prepare you for the viciousness of the SVR’s power delivery. It’s awesome, face-flattening speed.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

Even more awesome is the noise. This car makes a wicked, tooth-rattling growl when you start it up, which turns into a wild roar when you put your foot down. Lifting off releases a rat-tat-tat from the rear end. It’s as if the engineers started with the problem, “What is the most dramatic sound we can produce,” and built the car around that.

Jaguar says the SVR is an “all-weather supercar” that retains its day-to-day usability. It’s hard to disagree.

Jaguar F-type SVR specifications

  • Price £112,680
  • Engine 5-litre V8 supercharged
  • Power 567bhp @ 6500rpm
  • Torque 516 Ib ft @ 3500rpm
  • 0-62mph 3.7sec
  • Top speed 200mph
  • Economy 25mpg
  • CO2 269g/km
  • Luggage 310 litres


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Porsche 911 GTS

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

Nick Rufford

There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a 911. You could drive it blindfolded, with ear plugs to shut out the distinctive engine note and still know you were behind the wheel of one of the most successful cars in automotive history. Unveiled at the Frankfurt motor show in 1963, the 911 is still going strong, a million and more sales later.

Porsche fans — yes, we know that, according to folklore, these people are middle-aged dentists and architects bent on recapturing their youth — could tell you why, but only by subjecting you to death by statistics. Porsche owners are like masons. They recognise one another in a handshake and immediately launch into Porsche-speak. If two are let loose at a dinner party they’ll still be comparing spoilers and vents by the time coffee is served.

But there’s a good reason for the 911’s longevity and loyal following. Put it up against its all-wheel-drive rivals and the steering is sharper, the brakes tauter and the whole car more grippy and planted. It does what you want it to, and goes where you tell it.

The parent company now sells more SUVs than sports cars, but is still offering more and more choice choices of 911 sub-types to cater for the ever-expanding legion of fans – as our recent review of the new 911 T pointed out.

Every 911 is built to the same basic formula – flat six engine located over the rear wheels, jelly-mould body, bug-eye headlights. To the trained eye, they all look slightly different (or as Porsche explains, have different “visual cues”) but even Walter Röhrl – the company’s chief test driver whose name is whispered with reverence by fans – would be hard pressed to identify all the derivatives blindfolded.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review 911 GTS interior

For simplicity, then, the car in the picture is the GTS, or Gran Turismo Sport, the middle of the non-motor sport-derived range, midway between the £77,891 base model Carrera and £147,540 Turbo S coupe. It’s milder than the Turbo, more hardcore than the Carrera. An unkind sceptic might say that it would suit those half-way through their crisis of libido – still wearing the black turtleneck and sunglasses, perhaps, but now with a bald patch instead of a ponytail.

Let them sneer, though. The GTS is anything but middle of the road in performance. At £95,795 it may have been the cheapest of the trio in our test but it easily held its own even against the futuristic, £141,130 Audi and the snorting, off the wall, £112,680 Jaguar.

On paper it’s a tad slower than both in a straight line but that doesn’t matter because around the Chobham circuit where we put all three through their paces it gained enough ground in the twisty sections to make up for what it lost in the straights.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review - 911 frunk luggage compartment

True, it doesn’t look as strikingly understated as the R8 and it doesn’t sound as exciting as the gorgeous F-Type, even after pressing the GTS’s loud button to amplify (with butterfly valves) the exhaust. But on a damp track, nothing could match the 911’s road-holding.

Visually, the theme is black. Black dual tailpipes, headlights framed in black, plus more inside with enough black Alcantara to suit a German rock band (“an expression of sports purism” says Porsche’s website). All this offset by a red-edged tachometer and coloured seams on the bucket seats.

The GTS shares with the pricier Turbo the sports suspension and exhaust that gives both cars a characteristically low stance, low growl, and uncanny cornering ability.

So, is the GTS simply a Turbo-lite? Nothing wrong with that. As chastened drivers know, the 0-60 in 2.9 seconds Turbo is a warm flask of nitro-glycerine. One mistake — and boom.

Audi R8 V10 vs Jaguar F-Type SVR vs Porsche 911 GTS group test review

The GTS is more restrained (standstill to 60 in 4.1 seconds, with manual gearbox) and the better for it. You can give it the full beans without the fear that when you apply the ceramic composite brakes (a £6,018 option) the engine over the back wheels will follow the laws of physics and try to keep on going while the lighter front half slows down — putting you into a 360 degree spin.

If you meet a Porsche enthusiast at a dinner party, just say it’s the best 911 money can buy — for under £100,000.

Porsche 911 GTS specifications

  • Price £95,795
  • Engine 3-litre six-cylinder turbo
  • Power 443bhp @ 6500rpm
  • Torque 406 Ib ft @ 2150rpm
  • 0-62mph 4.1sec
  • Top speed 193mph
  • Economy 30.1mpg
  • CO2 212g/km
  • Luggage 145 litres

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Friday 2 March 2018

First Drive review: 2018 Maserati Quattroporte

IN MOTORING journalism, certain cliches must be avoided at all costs. Don’t say that a car holds the road “as if it’s on rails”, for example, or describe its acceleration as “taking off like a scalded cat”. Another good one is mentioning that Quattroporte sounds beautiful in Italian but isn’t so impressive when translated into the English, “Four doors”. It is an amusing observation the first time, mind you.

It’s hard to avoid such cliches when writing about the Maserati Quattroporte, though. Updated for 2018, the luxury sports saloon car has been known for its elegant styling, wonderful engine note, power and – some would say – soul, not to mention the natural association with the brand’s heritage in motor racing. Pretty much every Quattroporte since the first model was launched in 1963 has been synonymous with such things.

They have also been known for some less impressive qualities: slightly disappointing handling, on occasion, questionable reliability, the tendency to lose value faster than a state-run construction firm, and the general feeling that, in most areas, the Quattroporte is not quite as good as its German rivals.


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As such, buying the Maserati over a Porsche Panamera or BMW 6-series Gran Coupe, or even an Aston Martin Rapide, has been a decision of the heart rather than one of the head.

It should be noted, though, that the current, sixth-generation Quattroporte, launched in 2013, is the most successful version to date, in terms of sales, with a burgeoning customer base in the Middle East and China, where quality, status and comfort are more important considerations than handling, efficiency or residual value.

The good news is that the Mk6 Quattroporte has been generally well received in the UK, too. Curiously, one of the things that has worked in its favour over here has come about as a result of a criticism; Maserati seems to be one step behind the competition technically, which meant that while rivals introduced fancy-pants electronic driver aids and electric steering, the Quattroporte stuck with relatively unsophisticated safety systems and hydraulic steering, even when it received a mid-life refresh for 2017.

Those who consider themselves true wheelsmiths will tell you that hydraulic steering offers a superior drive as it affords better feedback from the road, so they’ll no doubt be irked by the news that the 2018 Quattroporte tested here now includes the electric power steering already introduced on the Lavante and Ghibli models, as part of a raft of updates that bring the car on leaps and bounds, both technically and mechanically.

Maserati will tell you that it was holding back on this significant advancement until it was sure its system could offer the same rich feeling through the wheel of the hydraulic steering set-up, but the immediate conclusion from an outsider’s perspective is that they simply can’t keep up with manufacturing behemoths like the Porsche-owned VW Group.

But electric steering had to come eventually, Maserati says, as it’s lighter and less complicated, needs less maintenance, doesn’t drain nearly as much power from other systems and is more adaptable to fine-tuning. And the good news is that it was worth holding out; they have nailed it with the Quattroporte. If anyone claims they can tell the difference between the two systems, they’re doing better than most of the motoring journalists on the car’s launch in Courmayeur, Italy. Or telling fibs.

In addition, various passive safety systems become active in the new car. Adaptive cruise control now becomes Highway Assist, which keeps you a set distance behind the car in front but also adds a certain amount of steering control, as long as you keep your hands on the wheel.

“All powerplants offer the famous Maserati soundtrack; rich and deep, with a crisp pop-pop on downshift of the petrol motors”

The old car’s Lane Departure Warning becomes Lane Keep Assist, which not only alerts you if you’re drifting out of lane on a motorway but also helps keeps the car centred in lane. Blind Spot Alert becomes Active Blind Spot Assist, which will add torque to the steering wheel to try to prevent you from pulling out into the path of an unseen vehicle in your blind spot.

And then there’s Traffic Sign Recognition, which uses the forward-looking camera to identify speed limits and other road signs, such as “no overtaking”, and prevent unintended speeding.

In the past, Maserati hasn’t always got these tech updates right – they’ve been more irritating than helpful, with bings and bongs going off all the time, but again, the Italian firm has got it right in the 2018 car. The systems are undeniably cleverer but much less intrusive.

Perhaps the most important upgrade is to the electronic stability programme, which in basic terms helps to keep the car pointing in the right direction when grip starts to disappear. Previously the Quattroporte’s system would react to a loss of traction, and help out when things were beginning to look decidedly pear-shaped. The new system, known as Integrated Vehicle Control (IVC), takes in data from more inputs, including what you’re doing the steering wheel, and the claim is that it helps stops things from going wrong in the first place.

To test out the theory, a couple of us took the GTS – the most powerful Quattroporte on offer, featuring a Ferrari-built 3.8-litre V8 twin-turbo petrol engine that produces 523bhp and 479 lb ft of torque, all through the rear wheels – for a blast up the moutain while others headed to lunch.

Our route turned out to be rather more “interesting” than we’d imagined, leading onto an untreated road covered in thick ice. It’s fair to say that at this point we were a little concerned for the future of a car that costs a fraction over £118,000. And our underwear.

We needn’t have worried; the GTS – admittedly fitted with winter tyres and making full use of its limited slip rear differential – wagged its tail from one patch of traction to the next and scrabbled its way over the sheet ice sections, but never made us feel like we were in danger of facing the wrong way or, worse, disappearing off a precipice. There is an ICE mode, which reduces throttle response but in truth, we didn’t need it.

On the dry sections of mountain pass, the GTS in Sport engine mode was superb fun, too, offering arm-fulls of power on demand, with easily controllable oversteer out of low-speed hairpins, should you wish to switch off the ESP, yet a balanced, comfortable ride when you’re more in the mood for gentle cruising. Maserati makes much of its double-wishbone suspension and “Skyhook” dampers, and they combine with the electronic systems harmoniously.

There’s a suspension button with two settings – Comfort and Sport – but the difference to ride quality was harder to discern than that of the engine modes.

Tragically, the GTS only accounts for 7% of Quattroporte sales in the UK, with the rest opting for a six-cylinder motor, and 74% of the cars leaving showrooms feature the non-Ferrari V6 diesels, which are cheaper to buy and cheaper to run but arguably less “Maserati” – the company, again late to the game, only introduced diesel power in 2014.

Given the post-Dieselgate decline of oil burners, Maserati management will no doubt be monitoring buyer behaviour closely. At the moment there’s no sniff of a hybrid or plug-in Quattroporte, to rival the Panamera S E-hybrid, and Maserati freely admits it will never lead the market in this area, but as with the electric steering, it’s hard to believe they won’t go in this direction eventually. Incidentally, Maserati’s new range of cars will be announced this summer.

In terms of the existing engine line-up, both the V8 petrol and V6 diesel are unchanged from those of the 2017 facelift but the V6 petrol that features in the Quattroporte S gets an 18bhp power boost this year.

All powerplants offer the famous Maserati soundtrack; rich and deep, with a crisp pop-pop on downshift of the petrol motors. But if you’re expecting fireworks, you may be disappointed; the noise is much more muted than that of the sportiest Jaguars, for example. Contrary to the Italian stereotype, the Quattroporte is more understated than one might expect; classy and refined.

The class continues inside. Again, it can’t rival a Porsche for tech but the dashboard is beautifully put together, mixing wood or carbon fibre veneers (and even the option of silk upholstery, should you want such luxury) with minimalist styling and a big, 8.4in touchscreen infotainment system, introduced on the 2017 car, that is a huge improvement on the complicated, fiddly systems in the previous Quattroporte. It’s so easy to use, you wonder why on earth there’s still a rotary control in the lower console – we didn’t need it at all.

Maserati has also introduced Apple CarPlay and Android Auto integration. Yes, we know you can find those on most reasonably-priced hatchbacks these days, but come on… this is Maserati.

In the back there’s acres of space and decent head room – more than in the front, in fact, which is a little limited for the severely vertically-unchallenged. And the boot… well, it’s cavernous.


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With this car, Maserati has proved the old adage of “slowly, slowly, catchy monkey”, the incremental updates gradually turning what was an also-ran into a genuine contender with most of the alternatives on the road today.

The problem is, of course, that the competition isn’t standing still, either, and in an age of electrification and remote parking and gesture control, already to be found on BMWs and Mercedes, the Quattroporte finds itself on the back foot again. But given that the average “QP” buyer in Europe and America is a bloke in his mid-to-late-50s, perhaps such technical innovations are not so important.

No doubt the average Maserati buyer doesn’t put huge weight into the expected relative depreciation, either. Rather, like buying a fine, tailored suit, the Quattroporte feels like it has been made just for you. And that is priceless.

 

Head to head: Maserati Quattroporte vs Porsche Panamera

Maserati Quattroporte 3.8 V8 GranLusso GTS Porsche Panamera Turbo Sport Turismo
Price (retail) £116,770 £117,247
Power 523bhp 542bhp
Torque 479 lb ft 568 lb ft
Top speed 193mph 188mph
0-62mph 4.7sec 3.8sec
Economy 26.4mpg 30.1mpg
CO2 250g/km 215g/km
Dimensions 5,262mm x 1,948mm x 1,481mm 5,049mm x 1,937mm x 1,432mm

 

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