Hello there! I know I'm late, but unfortunately I couldn't get my paws on the monthly goodies readily this time around... And I wanted to make my ramblings and ravings a bit more informative.
Let's start with the Corsa, shall we? The category to which this
petite peste proudly belongs, that of the hot hatches, has enjoyed alternating fortunes since its inception. Extremely popular in the 80s - when Peugeots and Renaults, Fords and Fiats, Toyotas and Nissans were essentially offering more powerful engines than their more pedestrian brethen
and not much else - they fell out of grace in the 90s, an era of increased concern about safety and efficiency. Now they live a second golden age, being developed on much better platforms and making use of turbocharged engines and technology developed during the Superhatch Wars of the early 2010s to deliver uncompromising performance at an affordable rate.
The Corsa, with its captivating styling (which takes more than a clue from the Adam, GM's answer to the Fiat 500's sweeping success) and modest price, has an undeniable youthful appeal. So it is no surprise that GM decided to develop it into one of the
meanest car in its category. The engine's lively, and with 200hp and 245Nm on tap, delivered smoothly and at all revs, it's easy to reach irresponsible speeds without even noticing it; a well-sorted brakes and suspensions setup will make sure, however, that from such irresponsibility won't come great dangers.
As a matter of fact, the only problem I can say I have with this car is, perhaps, its lack of attitude - the grip seems unlimited, and the widest powerband in history will rob you of the pleasure of feeling the RPM climb all the way to Hooligan Nirvana, which is perhaps what made hot hatches step out of the "car with stripes for younglings with no sense of survival" realm and gave them legitimacy in the eyes of true gearheads worldwide. It feels... A bit
too safe. Which I'm sure is great for the people which will actually get one and daily drive it, not so much in the confines of an escapist virtual adventure.
Goliath laptime: 15:15.816
Verdict: grocery getter... For the guy whose groceries consist entirely of Monster Energy cans.
The Honda S800 without a doubt one of my favorite cars in history. The ultimate evolution of the S360 concept and S500 production car - which was effectively Honda's first foray in the automotive world, if one doesn't count the T360
kei truck - did away with many of its unique features; gone was the chain drive, in a bid to increase the car's reliability; and gone was the independent rear suspension, replaced with a cheaper, more conventional live axle rear with Panhard rod. But the main allure of the car, the bike-inspired 800cc high-performance engine, remained in all of its high-revving glory.
A full decade before the Civic, the S800 was already establishing Honda's reputation as a car manufacturer and champion of the rev-banging four-cylinders all around the world, competing not only in its crowded domestic market, but with now-legendary cars such as the Austin-Healey Sprite and Triumph Spitfire.
It is not, by any means, a
performance car - the body lean's immense, and as ear-piercing as it may be, the engine's still an 800cc unit, producing just 70hp, so don't expect mind-blowing performance - but it is an amazingly fun ride, which fits all the criteria to be fully considered a
sports car: it accelerates quickly, it will assault your auditory senses with its 9000 rpm scream, and it's a nimble car that will gladly follow along any twisty corner you may decide to tackle; the open-top nature of the car only makes its leisurely approach to performance all the more enjoyable.
Just like the S2000 was inspired by Honda's participation in the F1 World Championship as an engine supplier and manufacturer, the S800 was clearly built to provide the thrills of riding a motorcycle to two people at once, providing some much-needed comfort and practicality. And in that regard, it succeeds triumphantly.
Goliath laptime: 19:30.671
Verdict: if it sounds like a bike, and leans like a bike... Then it's a Honda.
In the 80s, the very local phenomenon of Australian
supercars - one to which the international public had only been exposed through the first two
Mad Max movies - truly went global. In 1985, the homegrown Group C rules - which had led to endless political squabbling between Holden and Ford - were replaced with the successful international Group A ruleset. While Ford could count on the Sierra and the Mustang, the VK Commodore was forced by the more stringent homologation rules to race with reduced engine power, a near-stock aero package and much narrower tires, and as a result went from being a top competitor to barely managing to keep up with the rest of the field.
Enter the Group A "Blue Meanie" - an homologation special built to allow many of the upgrades the Group C cars enjoyed to be used with the new formula, and sold under the brand of Peter Brock's Holden Dealer Team, which thus joins Horizon 3's roster. It was the closest a road-going
supercar had been to its racing counterpart since the 70s, and in racing trim, it was an enormously successful vehicle which not only dominated the 1986 Australian Touring Car Championship (with victories at Bathurst, Wellington and Pukehoe), but was also a serious contender in the world-leading European Touring Car Championship and at the Spa 24 hours, even setting a laptime record at Hockenheim which would go unbeaten.
Alas, the decades-long relationship between Brock's HDT outfit and Holden would come to a bitter end in the following year, as growing tensions culminated in an abrupt break off when the legendary Australian racer began installing "Energy Polarizer" devices on the cars he sold - a practise Holden didn't endorse. The successor to the "Blue Meanie" was developed internally, with the collaboration of Tom Walkinshaw's TWR, and signaled the end of the "normal sedan with a lump of V8 shoehorned in the front" era of supercar development.
The last of the HDT-developed V8s is true to its nickname: the 4.9L engine burbles pleasantly and delivers low-revs torque which'd make any mid-80s American muscle feel grossly inadequate; the suspensions are firm, but pliable, and follow the rough contours of the Australian roads nicely while allowing to drift the car precisely through narrow corners you wouldn't expect a car like this to handle so easily. Top speed may not be exciting for today's standards - I couldn't get the car past 245kph, which would put in the same realm as the Corsa VXR - but must've been mind-blowing in the mid-80s; especially in a car that is functionally the same as my uncle's old Opel Rekord.
The VK Commodore is yet another example of the success of the Australian formula of blending European chassis design with American power: the result is more than the sum of its parts.
Goliath laptime: 14:56.330
Verdict: mean to the road, but not to the driver.
I must admit: for me, the later, more angular Alpine cars are inevitably linked to
Neon Genesis Evangelion. But the GTA Le Mans tells another compelling story which is worth mentioning: that of a French manufacturer which, despite the indisputable racing qualities of its products, never managed to break into the 2+2 GT market, which was dominated by Porsche - the same brand which they beat at the 1978 Le Mans 24h, the event for which this version of the
Grand Tourisme Alpine is named.
True to the original vision of Jean Rédélé, the GTA was clad in an aerodynamic body built of the lightest materials, and powered by a Renault engine - in this case, a PRV 2.5L turbo unit - mounted as far back as possible, behind the rear axle. Its power output and general performance were excellent, enough to put it a span above its intended competitor, the Porsche 944; and it was offered at a compelling price, no doubt thanks to the lower cost of the mass-produced engine. But why did it sell so poorly, then?
The commercial failure of the GTA (and the latter A610) is, in all likelihood, largely to blame on the pure focus on performance, which led Alpine designers to neglect features such as cabin comfort and build quality which were a hallmark of Porsche design; this, coupled with the brand's close association with its parent company Renault, which essentially made them one and the same, vastly reduced the car's appeal to its target audience of yuppies looking for a sporty, but luxurious car which clearly communicated their status to the world. Thus the Alpine, gorgeous as it was, was relegated to the world of automotive enthusiasts and anime directors; a world of passionate, always-nostalgic daydreamers which refuse, for the most part, the diktats of a world in favor of performance and simple driving enjoyment (or apocalyptic robots and Jungian psychology). And thankfully, this let the brand not be forgotten - which is why it's set to return with a car making true to Alpine's mantra of "less weight for less money" in a market where there is again enough demand for it to be a viable proposition.
In the meanwhile we can enjoy this virtual rendition of the GTA: the much-maligned PRV purrs nicely and will easily push the lightweight grand tourer around; the handling is simply excellent - there is nothing that rotates like a well-balanced rear-engined car. The rear end will sometimes display an intention to overtake the front; but the very precise steering will allow drivers of any skill level to easily counter that. I eagerly await the day we will finally be able to show the 944s and 911s of this world who's boss!
Goliath laptime: 14:31.241
Verdict: get in the ****ing EVA, Warren.
And we finally start to dig our knife in the
meat of this pack, with the brand-new Honda Civic Type R. Or should I say,
old-gen Civic Type R? This generation of everybody's favorite Japanese superhatch came after four years of absence, and was incredibly short-lived: lasting only from its introduction in late 2015 to the arrival of the tenth-generation Civic this year.
However, it served to give the "Type R" denomination a new meaning. Gone is the high-revving, naturally aspired, punchy but almost stock-alike engine, replaced by a turbocharged evolution of the venerable
K series producing 300hp and 400Nm of torque; the chassis's been significantly revamped, and the exterior design mixes clues taken from the WTCC Civics with aerodynamics that would be more at home in
Gundam that they are on Earth, on the warmed-up version of a people mover. The gargantuan brake disks and mechanical limited slip differential complete the picture.
All is fair in love and war, and this car is designed for the latter: its targets are the Ford Focus RS, the Volkswagen Golf R, the Mercedes A45 AMG and... Whatever monstrosity Renaultsport will build on the base of the new Megane. For now it's a war that it's winning - having set a record for FWD cars on the Nurburgring Nordschleife, the famed
Green Hell, and being received positively by the specialized press and by Honda enthusiasts all over the world. All of this is a solid base on which Honda will be able to build with the 5th-gen Type R, which will mark the return of the bright "R" letter to the Japanese market, and its long-awaited debut on the American one.
It's still a bit hard to see why is a replacement needed
at all, however, other than for reasons of expediency: the current offering only has one mode, and it's "maximum attack". The engine, the brakes and the chassis all do a wonderful job of providing blistering acceleration, insane top speeds, and excellent corner performance. There's a bit of front-end pull to be felt when you're nearing the edge of its performance envelope, sure, but it is to be expected from a FWD car - and it isn't all that fastidious, serving more as a gentle reminder that even a car that looks like it leaped out of an 80s sci-fi anime has its limits.
Goliath laptime: 13:20.667
Verdict: exactly as insane as it looks.
I think I already said this when the new CTS-V was added to Forza Motorsport: Cadillac's new purpose as GM US's sports brand confuses me. The ATS-V doesn't do much to dispel this confusion and, if anything, exacerbates it even further.
The new ATS's been built on the
Alpha platform - shared only with the Camaro so far - to compete globally with the offerings of Mercedes-Benz, Audi, Lexus, BMW and other newcomer to the entry-level luxury car category, Alfa Romeo. The ATS-V is, of course, supposed to go toe-to-toe with their high-performance versions; with the focus being on the German duet of C63 AMG and M4.
However, and despite the efforts of GM, there are two things it still lacks: a motorsport heritage to back the claims of uncompromising performance, and the refinement of competitors which are the result of years of experience in production-derived motorsports. And a racing programme centered around a racing version of the ATS, clearly designed to kill both birds with one stone, instead failed in its goal of giving Cadillac any credibility as a performance brand in Europe.
The car itself is decent enough to be bad, but is far from being on the level of BMW's incredibly sharp sport sedan: the brilliant twin-turbo V6 engine is burdened by a transmission with far too long gear ratios, which meant that on the fast section of the Goliath circuit I had trouble bringing it to speeds much higher than those of the Civic Type R; and on the corners it struggled with a relatively sluggish handling that the the technologically-advanced magneto-rheological dampers have no power to salvage.
Now, if they were to give us the Giulia Quadrifoglio, I'm sure that would be a different story altogether...
Goliath laptime: 13:14.795
Verdict: bland, unremarkable, and I'd rather have a '56 De Ville, thanks.
You know, one of the reasons I believe
Spectre is widely considered to be a mediocre Bond movie is the lack of a decent Bond car. The DB10 that was designed and built specifically to be Daniel Craig's four-wheeled companion through the 150 minutes of the movie was supposed to prefigure the future of Aston Martin's styling; but like Mendes' direction of the movie, it ended up looking far too
bland, lacking the muscle and handcrafted elegance that is expected from a car by the marque.
With the DB11, Marek Reichman had a strong return to form. The taut sidelines and wide front grille speak the universal language of
speed, and are complimented by the roof strake which runs uninterrupted from the A to the C-pillar; the "Aeroblade" functional side intakes and the enormous clam-shell aluminum bonnet are clear nods to the exclusive Vulcan track-only car; the C-pillar and small, retractable rear spoiler are all part of an almost-byzantine plan to create massive amounts of downforce unseen. The all-LED front and rear projectors continue in the stylistic tradition established with the last generation of Aston Martins, taking it into the 2020s. The cabin is as driver-focused as a comfort-oriented grand tourer can afford, with a LCD display replacing many analog instruments and providing immediate access to all the information necessary to the driver.
Where the DB10 was bland and uninspired, the DB11 is simple, pure, elegant - probably the most beautiful Aston ever built, and it's facing a century of competition.
Mechanically-speaking, the DB11 is supposed to become the foundation on which AM will built a new generation of cars, as part of the "second century" plan: the chassis, designed by a team led by ex-Lotus handling wizard Matt Becker, is a marked advancement over that of the DB9, and the new 5.2L twin-turbo V12 engine is greener, sounds meaner and performs much better than the old, Ford-based unit; it will be soon joined by a V8 developed in collaboration with Mercedes-Benz, which will also likely power the next Vantage.
Of course, many of the things that make such a car worth its high price are lost in a virtual experience. However, what
isn't lost is the brilliant behavior of the car at any speed: although it is not a nimble mid-engined supercar, and it feels much more
stately than any McLaren or Lamborghini you can get your mitts on, the rigid chassis and nimble steering, coupled with the smooth power delivery of the engine, make the DB11 a fearsome competitors for the F12 TdF, AMG GT R and the like. Plus, it's the car with the most color options in Forza history, so you have no excuse to not get
at least a dozen in your garage.
Goliath laptime: 12:39:260
Verdict: the best modern GT there is? You bet!