Jeremy Clarkson from Top Gear on the new BMW 335i Coupé: the RX-8 is a more fun car.
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Jeremy Clarkson from Top Gear on the new BMW 335i Coupé: the RX-8 is a more fun car.
http://driving.timesonline.co.uk/art...522579,00.html
BMW 335i SE Coupé
Jeremy Clarkson, The Sunday Times
It’s damn clever, for a dog
Last summer, while you were on holiday, I was in the high desert of California tearing around a racetrack in a selection of powerful and exotic cars.
Each night I’d get to the bar in the hotel and relive some of the better moments from my day. The time when the Dodge Viper stuck a wheel on the gravel and made earthquake noises as I wrestled to regain control. The time when I executed a perfect power slide in a Corvette Z06. The time when I hit the ton in Ariel’s little Atom.
And then, the next morning, there’d be an all new selection of cars to drive, and that night an all new selection of he-man tittle-tattle. Then one day I arrived at the track to find, sitting in the early morning desert sunshine, a BMW Z4-M.
Oh dear. This was a bit like sending a food critic to the best restaurant in the world and presenting him with a Big Mac. It looked all wrong, parked among the Vipers and the Ferraris and the hyper-tuned Mustangs. It looked boring and grey. A Liberal Democrat in a sea of Monster Raving Loonies.
With a limp heart and not much enthusiasm I eased out onto the track and, with my mind in neutral, set off to slither about for the cameras.
The thing is, though, that after a short while it became screamingly obvious that despite the girl-next-door looks and the miserable 3.2 litres of homo-power, this car was head and shoulders above everything else I’d driven out there.
Where a Viper or a ’Vette shouts and waves its arms about, the little Beemer just gets on with the job of going fast and telegraphing messages to the seat of your pants and your fingertips, instantly and with no ambiguity at all. Out there in the desert, it was a sniper’s rifle in a field of howitzers and mortars.
We see this with a lot of BMWs. You may not like the people who drive them. You may not like the styling. You may not like the way they supported the **** war machine or what they did to Rover. You may have a million reasons why you would never buy such a thing — I know I have — but the simple truth remains: when it comes to the business of driving, they really are very good indeed.
Lots of cars, for instance, are fitted with antilock brakes, but the system fitted to a BMW is just better. It only cuts in when you are in real trouble, and not — as is usually the case with modern cars — far too prematurely.
And then there are the brakes themselves. We’ve often wondered on Top Gear why BMWs always set such fast lap times round our track. You look at the power. You look at the weight. And you can’t really see how it got round so quickly. The Stig always has the same answer. “It’s the brakes,” he says. In Martian.
Because they’re so good, and because the ABS doesn’t stumble into the equation when it’s not wanted, you can hit the middle pedal later than you would in any other car. And when you are against the clock, that makes a huge difference.
I would have to say though that in recent years some of the handling fizz has gone. A modern 3-series, for instance, is nowhere near as electrifying as a 3-series from, say, 1984. But that said it’s also less dangerous. You get a small hint of understeer to let you know that maybe you’re going a bit too quickly, and then a little yellow light on the dash to say that underneath it all the traction control system is working its magic on the rear end. In an old Beemer you were still grinning from ear to ear, completely oblivious to any danger, when you hit the tree.
And then of course we get to BMW’s engines. The V10 in the M5. The straight six in the M3. And — whisper it — their big diesel. Each has a remarkable knack of blending the need for speed with the peculiar need western man has developed for saving the sky.
Yes, of course, the 1-series is a ghastly little car with very little interior space, a boot the size of a matchbox and bread-van styling, but to drive it’s lovely. And it’s the same story with the 7-series, and even the Z4 hard top, which beneath that wart of a rear end is a honey. In fact, the only car in the whole BMW range that completely fails to float my boat is the 3-series.
Stung by criticism of the more avant-garde styling seen on other models, BMW took a step back with this car and ended up with 14ft of automotive wallpaper. It’s just a bonnet, a cockpit and a boot. And the last one I drove was more dreary than shopping for bathroom cleaning products.
I really wasn’t holding out much hope, therefore, for its coupé sister, the 335i.
As usual BMW claims that it’s an all-new car and that every panel is different from the saloon’s. But it still looks dull. You’d only really want to get inside it if you were being chased by an armed gang from Shining Path.
And then, when you did get inside, you’d want to get right back out again. In other coupés, from say, Alfa Romeo and Audi, you get all sorts of fancy bits and bobs, but not in the Beemer. Here you get exactly the same dash that you find in the saloon. It’s as dull and as featureless as the inside of a Cheeky Girl’s head.
At first glance, then, I could not — and would not — bring myself to buy this car. And certainly not for £33,420, which is a damn sight more than you’re asked to pay for a Mazda RX-8.
Yes, the rear seats in the BMW are as big as a sofa, and yes, the days when BMW made you pay extra for windows are gone. But even so, £33,420 for a car that doesn’t even look as good as a Hyundai? You’d have to be mad.
And there’s more to worry about, because although it says 335 on the back it doesn’t have a 3.5 litre engine. What you get instead is a 3 litre straight six, which is force-fed its diet of air by two small turbochargers.
On paper this sounds fine. Because they’re small, they don’t take an age to reach operating speed, which means there’s no turbo lag.
But because each one is feeding only three cylinders, you still have loads of power and loads of torque.
The worry is that BMW may have fallen into the same trap as Volkswagen, which tried a similar two-stage system on the Golf GT I reviewed recently. That didn’t work at all. It was horrid and jerky and pointless.
In the BMW, though, there are no problems at all. If you really, really concentrate you still cannot tell it’s turbocharged. Put your foot down and immediately there’s a meaty, almost diesel-esque shove in the back. But where a diesel would be out of puff after a moment or two, the Beemer just keeps on accelerating in a wall of subdued fury — for about nine and a half weeks.
This engine is little short of a masterpiece. There’s so much low-down grunt that even the BMW traction control system — a good one normally — is regularly woken from its electronic slumber by the wave of torque.
And of course it’s all fitted to a perfectly balanced chassis with the usual array of excellent steering, fine brakes and a nicely chosen balance between comfort and handling.
As a driver’s car, then, this is yet another winner. But I still wouldn’t buy one.
You need to think of it as a painting by the world’s greatest artist. Yes, the brush strokes are magnificent. Yes, the texture is superb. Yes, the perspective is world class and the detailing is better than you’d get from Leonardo.
But what he’s actually painted in this case is big dog turd.
Vital statistics
Model BMW 335i SE Coupé
Engine 2979cc, six cylinders
Power 306bhp @ 5800rpm
Torque 295 lb ft @ 1300rpm
Transmission Six-speed manual
Fuel 29.7mpg (combined cycle)
CO2 228g/km
Acceleration 0-62mph: 5.5sec
Top speed 155mph
Price £33,420
Rating Three stars (out of five)
Verdict Nice motor, shame about the car
His original RX-8 article
http://driving.timesonline.co.uk/art...074073,00.html
BMW 335i SE Coupé
Jeremy Clarkson, The Sunday Times
It’s damn clever, for a dog
Last summer, while you were on holiday, I was in the high desert of California tearing around a racetrack in a selection of powerful and exotic cars.
Each night I’d get to the bar in the hotel and relive some of the better moments from my day. The time when the Dodge Viper stuck a wheel on the gravel and made earthquake noises as I wrestled to regain control. The time when I executed a perfect power slide in a Corvette Z06. The time when I hit the ton in Ariel’s little Atom.
And then, the next morning, there’d be an all new selection of cars to drive, and that night an all new selection of he-man tittle-tattle. Then one day I arrived at the track to find, sitting in the early morning desert sunshine, a BMW Z4-M.
Oh dear. This was a bit like sending a food critic to the best restaurant in the world and presenting him with a Big Mac. It looked all wrong, parked among the Vipers and the Ferraris and the hyper-tuned Mustangs. It looked boring and grey. A Liberal Democrat in a sea of Monster Raving Loonies.
With a limp heart and not much enthusiasm I eased out onto the track and, with my mind in neutral, set off to slither about for the cameras.
The thing is, though, that after a short while it became screamingly obvious that despite the girl-next-door looks and the miserable 3.2 litres of homo-power, this car was head and shoulders above everything else I’d driven out there.
Where a Viper or a ’Vette shouts and waves its arms about, the little Beemer just gets on with the job of going fast and telegraphing messages to the seat of your pants and your fingertips, instantly and with no ambiguity at all. Out there in the desert, it was a sniper’s rifle in a field of howitzers and mortars.
We see this with a lot of BMWs. You may not like the people who drive them. You may not like the styling. You may not like the way they supported the **** war machine or what they did to Rover. You may have a million reasons why you would never buy such a thing — I know I have — but the simple truth remains: when it comes to the business of driving, they really are very good indeed.
Lots of cars, for instance, are fitted with antilock brakes, but the system fitted to a BMW is just better. It only cuts in when you are in real trouble, and not — as is usually the case with modern cars — far too prematurely.
And then there are the brakes themselves. We’ve often wondered on Top Gear why BMWs always set such fast lap times round our track. You look at the power. You look at the weight. And you can’t really see how it got round so quickly. The Stig always has the same answer. “It’s the brakes,” he says. In Martian.
Because they’re so good, and because the ABS doesn’t stumble into the equation when it’s not wanted, you can hit the middle pedal later than you would in any other car. And when you are against the clock, that makes a huge difference.
I would have to say though that in recent years some of the handling fizz has gone. A modern 3-series, for instance, is nowhere near as electrifying as a 3-series from, say, 1984. But that said it’s also less dangerous. You get a small hint of understeer to let you know that maybe you’re going a bit too quickly, and then a little yellow light on the dash to say that underneath it all the traction control system is working its magic on the rear end. In an old Beemer you were still grinning from ear to ear, completely oblivious to any danger, when you hit the tree.
And then of course we get to BMW’s engines. The V10 in the M5. The straight six in the M3. And — whisper it — their big diesel. Each has a remarkable knack of blending the need for speed with the peculiar need western man has developed for saving the sky.
Yes, of course, the 1-series is a ghastly little car with very little interior space, a boot the size of a matchbox and bread-van styling, but to drive it’s lovely. And it’s the same story with the 7-series, and even the Z4 hard top, which beneath that wart of a rear end is a honey. In fact, the only car in the whole BMW range that completely fails to float my boat is the 3-series.
Stung by criticism of the more avant-garde styling seen on other models, BMW took a step back with this car and ended up with 14ft of automotive wallpaper. It’s just a bonnet, a cockpit and a boot. And the last one I drove was more dreary than shopping for bathroom cleaning products.
I really wasn’t holding out much hope, therefore, for its coupé sister, the 335i.
As usual BMW claims that it’s an all-new car and that every panel is different from the saloon’s. But it still looks dull. You’d only really want to get inside it if you were being chased by an armed gang from Shining Path.
And then, when you did get inside, you’d want to get right back out again. In other coupés, from say, Alfa Romeo and Audi, you get all sorts of fancy bits and bobs, but not in the Beemer. Here you get exactly the same dash that you find in the saloon. It’s as dull and as featureless as the inside of a Cheeky Girl’s head.
At first glance, then, I could not — and would not — bring myself to buy this car. And certainly not for £33,420, which is a damn sight more than you’re asked to pay for a Mazda RX-8.
Yes, the rear seats in the BMW are as big as a sofa, and yes, the days when BMW made you pay extra for windows are gone. But even so, £33,420 for a car that doesn’t even look as good as a Hyundai? You’d have to be mad.
And there’s more to worry about, because although it says 335 on the back it doesn’t have a 3.5 litre engine. What you get instead is a 3 litre straight six, which is force-fed its diet of air by two small turbochargers.
On paper this sounds fine. Because they’re small, they don’t take an age to reach operating speed, which means there’s no turbo lag.
But because each one is feeding only three cylinders, you still have loads of power and loads of torque.
The worry is that BMW may have fallen into the same trap as Volkswagen, which tried a similar two-stage system on the Golf GT I reviewed recently. That didn’t work at all. It was horrid and jerky and pointless.
In the BMW, though, there are no problems at all. If you really, really concentrate you still cannot tell it’s turbocharged. Put your foot down and immediately there’s a meaty, almost diesel-esque shove in the back. But where a diesel would be out of puff after a moment or two, the Beemer just keeps on accelerating in a wall of subdued fury — for about nine and a half weeks.
This engine is little short of a masterpiece. There’s so much low-down grunt that even the BMW traction control system — a good one normally — is regularly woken from its electronic slumber by the wave of torque.
And of course it’s all fitted to a perfectly balanced chassis with the usual array of excellent steering, fine brakes and a nicely chosen balance between comfort and handling.
As a driver’s car, then, this is yet another winner. But I still wouldn’t buy one.
You need to think of it as a painting by the world’s greatest artist. Yes, the brush strokes are magnificent. Yes, the texture is superb. Yes, the perspective is world class and the detailing is better than you’d get from Leonardo.
But what he’s actually painted in this case is big dog turd.
Vital statistics
Model BMW 335i SE Coupé
Engine 2979cc, six cylinders
Power 306bhp @ 5800rpm
Torque 295 lb ft @ 1300rpm
Transmission Six-speed manual
Fuel 29.7mpg (combined cycle)
CO2 228g/km
Acceleration 0-62mph: 5.5sec
Top speed 155mph
Price £33,420
Rating Three stars (out of five)
Verdict Nice motor, shame about the car
His original RX-8 article
http://driving.timesonline.co.uk/art...074073,00.html
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Originally Posted by Ike
Sorry, I forgot my decoder ring in my other pants. Where exactly does he say it's more fun than an RX-8?
He kinda, sorta implies that the RX8 is as fun a car for a lot less cash than a beemer. Which we already know.
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Originally Posted by Charles Cope
Maybe I'm slow, but I don't know that you can draw any conclusions with respect to the RX-8 other than the BMW costs more. The single sentence leaves me with... huh???
Simple really, decoder rings not needed.
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I don't understand why people post these threads as though it's undeniable evidence that the RX-8 is better (whatever that means) just because some tv personality says so.
And the idea that a guy who lives in the windy roads of Europe where everyone and their mother (including the police) drive BMW's would prefer a RX-8 is absolutely no surprise at all.
At least the Top Gear video of the RX-8 review is entertaining. This article is redundant and not very useful.
And the idea that a guy who lives in the windy roads of Europe where everyone and their mother (including the police) drive BMW's would prefer a RX-8 is absolutely no surprise at all.
At least the Top Gear video of the RX-8 review is entertaining. This article is redundant and not very useful.
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Originally Posted by saturn
I don't understand why people post these threads as though it's undeniable evidence that the RX-8 is better (whatever that means) just because some tv personality says so.
And the idea that a guy who lives in the windy roads of Europe where everyone and their mother (including the police) drive BMW's would prefer a RX-8 is absolutely no surprise at all.
At least the Top Gear video of the RX-8 review is entertaining. This article is redundant and not very useful.
And the idea that a guy who lives in the windy roads of Europe where everyone and their mother (including the police) drive BMW's would prefer a RX-8 is absolutely no surprise at all.
At least the Top Gear video of the RX-8 review is entertaining. This article is redundant and not very useful.
As for everyone having BMW's in Europe...huh? Only in the States can so many buy BMW's and sportcars. On the road prices, factoring in list price, taxes, insurance, gas, etc. is WAY higher proly everywhere else, and thats without factoring in lower average disposable incomes.
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Originally Posted by TODreamer
that guy just doesnt like German Cars... so he dumps on them every chance he gets
Irony is that he purchased a Ford GT and it broke on him after the 2nd day of ownership with an electrical problem. Seems that the GT's car alarm would not shut off. The car was repaired several times and I think he eventually got rid of it.
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Originally Posted by cavemancan
I could not disagree with this statement more! I've seen practically 90% of all the Top Gear videos and he frequently raves about German engineering not to mention how often he mentions how much he dislikes american cars because they are made so cheeply.
Irony is that he purchased a Ford GT and it broke on him after the 2nd day of ownership with an electrical problem. Seems that the GT's car alarm would not shut off. The car was repaired several times and I think he eventually got rid of it.
Irony is that he purchased a Ford GT and it broke on him after the 2nd day of ownership with an electrical problem. Seems that the GT's car alarm would not shut off. The car was repaired several times and I think he eventually got rid of it.
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Top Gear is great and I like the banter between the hosts, but Jeremy Clarkson is kind of a douche. He does things like taking the opportunity to blast the US's handling of the Iraq war and the conduct of American soldiers while writing a review on the new Corvette.
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Originally Posted by Ike
He makes fun of German engineering all the time and often refers to the cars as being soulless. He ended up getting a refund on his Ford GT but then turned around and bought it right back.
You could be right I just did not witness that from him.
Its funny though that he bought it again! Especially after they (co-hosts) made fun of him for even buying the car to begin with.
