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Looks cool, right? Finally, you’re thinking, the police get a righteous car with which to chase down the baddies.

This police liveried Lotus Evora will be making its debut this weekend at the Autosport International show in Birmingham, where UK cops will be using it as an educational tool.

They want to use it as an ice-breaker to teach young scallywags the dangers of speed. That’s right, a 276bhp sports car capable of 0-62mph in 5.1 seconds used for school.

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This month’s TopGear Magazine comes to you from 1972. Sort of. That was the year the first Lancia Stratos was given to the world, and now – 38 years later – it’s back. And we’ve driven it. We’ve driven lots of other stuff too, which you can read all about once you’ve watched your free DVD that’s all about cars with soul. Or you can read the mag first. It’s a free world.

Dust off the remote, fire up the telly box and tune in to BBC2. The boys are back and we’ve got a big fat series 16 preview in the mag, including a little insight into life behind the scenes, plus much toilet talk, with exec producer Andy Wilman.

This month’s news section is kicked off by the new BMW 1-Series M Coupe. An orange one. We snuck it into the TG studio and took some shiny pictures.

More orangeness comes in the shape of the Ford Escort Mexico, driven around the TG test track by a man called Hammond. It reminded him of peas, but you’ll have to read the story to find out why.

Then it’s off to France for a spin in the new Stratos. It’s a custom-built special, based on one of our favourite Ferraris, with some cunning German engineering. But is it any good? Hmm… does James May like a pint?

It’s been a while since Citroen made a proper hot hatch. So when the DS3R arrived, we begged for the keys and went for a drive. If anyone from Citroen is reading this, your car is fine. Well, it’s ours now, but it’s fine. Honest.

Stuck for a new year’s resolution? TopGear is here to help! Have a flick through our feature on All the Cars Worth Caring About in 2011, then promise yourself you’ll buy one. We’ve got the lowdown on all the good stuff.

If you grew up in Russia, you probably know about the Lada Niva. If you grew up in Rushden, allow us to enlighten you. Actually, allow James May to enlighten you – it’s officially being imported into the UK and he’s driven it. On some snow.

The Lambo Gallardo Performante and Porsche 911 Speedster are the ultimate playboy playthings. We arranged for them to meet in the Californian desert. Then we took some pics and wrote some words, because it’s important to share the joy.

After all the supercar frolics, we put on our road-test flat caps and arranged a fight between the Citroen C4 Grand Picasso and the new Ford Grand C Max. Which one is worth your dosh? There’s only one way to find out. Buy the mag. Go on. It’s only £3.95.

Finally, we send a hairy man up a Glacier in the new KTM X-Bow R. Why? Because it was there. And because it looked fun. And dangerous. Which it was.

Lottery winner? Step this way friend! The October issue of TopGear magazine has hit the stands, and it’s a Big One.

Using all our powers of investigative journalism, we have scoured the world to find your ultimate garage, marshalling some of the biggest names in the business. And something called an ‘Atom‘. Which has a V8. Needless to say, much face was melted kicking off our dream garage is this mind-warping monster. We’ve secured a world exclusive on the car that wants the Bugatti Veyron Supersports‘s scalp: the Ultimate Aero SSC II. New fastest car in the world?

We sent Matt Master to Modena to see if this little Somerset hero – the Ariel Atom V8 – can kick it with the Italians. A 500bhp V8 in something that weighs little more than a shoe = lots of ‘holy cr*p’ moments.

This is the new Bentley Continental GT. Yes, it’s new, OK? And more to the point, we shall hear no more rantings about it being a mere form of footballist transport. ‘Not a real Bentley’ you cry? Not if we’ve got anything to say about it.

No, that’s not Sir Ranulph Fiennes in a folded-arms competition with some ‘yoof; that’s 51-year-old four-time WRC champ Juha Kankkunen (right) and former Ferrari F1 racer Kimi Raikkonen. They’re about to tussle in the Rally Finland, and it’s gonna’ get ugly.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is a little slice of old-school magic with a heart of darkness: the Rizk DBR2. We saws it on t’internet. We books flight to California. We droves it.

This is the QT Wildcat, and it is very much wild. So wild, in fact, that it ticks all the boxes for a wild, off-road vehicle with wild abandon. Grrr.

‘Tis the way of the world; you wait ages for two good-looking, affordable and economical 2+2 coupes to come along, and then behold! Like magic, they have appeared to ease your brow, which presumably, is feverish with anticipation.

Can this very angular and very V8-powered Caddy CTS-V coupe kick it with Europe’s Big-Guns? Well, you saucy types, you’ll have to read the mag to find out.

This is a Nissan Leaf. It is battery powered, and you can’t yet buy it. But if you want to, you might want to read our verdict. Actually, scratch that. You MUST read our verdict. MUST, geddit?

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Aston Martin DB9

Posted: August 30, 2010 in Drives
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Nip-Tuck from 09|2010
For its latest spruce-up, the DB9 has only had minor work, says, Piers Ward. Well, why mess with perfection…

OOOH LOOK – A FACELIFTED DB9. I can tell what you’re thinking – you’re thinking it looks suspiciously similar to the pre-facelifted Aston DB9. And you’re not wrong. But, we ask, is that such a terrible problem? Of course it isn’t. Even though this car has been on sale for seven years, it still draws crowds like few others. Quite right too.

If you’re a stickler for detail, you’ll have noticed that Aston has fitted a new front bumper and side sills, tweaked the radiator grille by giving it a shinier finish and re-shaped the lower intake grille. But the easiest way to spot this latest version is by looking at the rear lights – they’ve now got clear lenses like the DBS. Exactly what DBS owners will make of this remains to be seen, with the cheaper and older DB9 now looking even more similar to their posher and pricier car.

The suspension has also been changed. Up until now, choosing your DB9 wasn’t the easiest process. If you wanted the grand tourer version, it was the standard suspension; hardcore drivers opted for the Sport Pack. And, since January, cake-and-eat-it customers could plump for the £2,495 adaptive damping pack, giving them the best of both worlds.

Now, though, the adaptive damping is standard and there’s only one spec available, so indecisive people should be much happier. There’s a single button on the centre dash which you can press depending on whether you want stiffer or more comfortable suspension, and the transformation is instant. In normal mode, it’s still a relaxed GT – there’s just enough noise from the engine to make the experience feel special and the suspension is soft enough.

Press on in normal, though, and it still feels loose at the rear end, just like previous DB9s did. It’s quite disconcerting how much movement there is… and not in a fun, oversteery way. You can press the damper button and firm it all up to cure the wayward rear and tighten the whole car down, but then the ride becomes too hard. Very disappointing, because the DB9 still doesn’t drive as well as it looks. There isn’t a happy medium, unlike in its big brother, the Rapide. The four-door gets the same adaptive dampers, but with different spring rates so has a better balance between comfort and sport.

There’s no doubt this upgrade is good for the DB9 because it gives you more driving flexibility. But ultimately it’s window-dressingother Astons are better.

HANDLE WITH FLAIR from 04|2010
The RCZ is how Peugeots should be, says Matt Master. This could be the car that gets the beleagured French marque back on track

A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO, TopGear published a piece suggesting that, with the appearance of such cars as the Kia Cee’d and Hyundai i30, Peugeot was becoming the new punch-bag of Europe. That the Koreans were becoming German; that the French in turn were becoming Korean.

Somewhere in downtown Paris, a small atomic explosion sent shockwaves as far as the offices of Peugeot UK, from where two emissaries were hastily dispatched to take the author of this article out for lunch and persuade him, on pain of death, that his prophecy for Peugeot’s future was inaccurate. That Peugeot had a lot to be upbeat about. Which was bollocks.

In fact, the only glimmer of hope on a horizon dotted with gloom and anxiety was the 308 RCZ Concept. And that didn’t look very plausible from a company that couldn’t even build a convincing three-door hatch.

Flash-forward to Spring 2010 and here it is, virtually unchanged in its rapid evolution from radical and stunning concept to production reality. The RCZ Sports Coupe is about to go on sale, tasked with saving Peugeot from itself, giving the brand a gigantic hypodermic injection of sex; inoculating it from Euro-box obscurity.

Will it? Can it?

As the person who wrote the aforementioned obituary on Peugeot, I’d still insist that the RCZ has a lot to do. But that it just might be up to the job.

What Peugeot is attempting to achieve with this unprecedented product is pretty clear. Style is everything. Style comes before performance, practicality or pricing. But this is OK, because this is very French.

In truth it’s what we’ve all wanted Peugeot to do for ages, in much the same way that sisterly Citroen has been making imperfect but daring products for years in its part-maligned, part-admired, C-range. They may be a wee bit shit, but dammit they’re stylish so we don’t really care.

And style, here, is in abundance. The RCZ is one of a tiny handful of cars that cost hot-hatch money but have the visual impact of something four or five times the price. And of that handful, none really runs the RCZ close. You’re forced to double-and triple-take this car, absorbing the unlikely curves, supercar stance and balance. It still looks like a proper show-car, oozing with improbable, even impossible, design ideas like that double-bubble roof that runs seamlessly into the curved rear window. And yet here it is, in the metal and glass, with the driver’s door ajar and the keys in the ignition. A Peugeot you can actually desire.

Frequent comparisons with the Audi TT don’t hold any water when you get close to the RCZ either. It’s far more exciting than that. In fact the car it most closely resembles is probably Volkswagen’s Beetle-based Sixties coupe, the Karmann Ghia, a timeless shape that gets more desirable year-on-year. These are good footsteps to be following in.

There are a few flaws, however. From the front, where the RCZ is obliged to borrow various Pug Family character traits, the untrained eye will just see a 207 or 308. Staying loyal to your design direction has its pitfalls when said direction is a bit wishy-washy. And how excited can anyone be expected to get about another car with a lion on the bonnet?

Prejudices aside though, this car is still a stunner, and hopefully that alone can be enough to overcome the hurdle of Peugeot’s own badge.

To which end, the company is deploying an unusual tactic. And some might suggest a risky one. It’s encouraging its punters to heavily customise their cars at the point of purchase. To demonstrate this, our top-of-the-range test-car has been delivered in black (photographers’ nightmare) with matt-black stripes running the length of the car. These look dreadful. To make matters worse it’s also been fitted with the sort of alloys that you normally see advertised in the back of lads’ mags alongside smut-pedalling chatlines and penis pumps. To us, the RCZ is about understatement and class. Audrey Tatou, pale-skinned and coquettish, not Audrey Tatou dipped in bright-orange WAG juice. Try to look beyond the adolescent aftermarket trimmings you see here though, and there is real class to be appreciated.

Inside, the defibrillation of Brand Peugeot is less dramatic, in that most things are familiar. It’s a nice cabin environment, particularly because of all the light that the huge rear glass area allows in, but it’s not got the heart-thumping appeal of the exterior. A meaty, flat-bottomed steering wheel makes some big noises about the RCZ’s dynamic abilities, but other than that, it’s business as usual.

Turn the key and the absence of drama continues, the promises of that race-inspired steering wheel already beginning to feel slightly hollow in the hands. This top-of-the-range ‘GT THP200′ RCZ has a 1.6-litre engine that returns 200bhp. And that’s as big as they come. It doesn’t sound like much, and it isn’t.

On the move, the RCZ feels no different from a warm French hatch, which is essentially what it is. There is an artificial feel to the steering that, although accurate and reasonably responsive, detaches car from driver. The gear shift is fairly fast and accurate. Nothing ground-breaking, but still an improvement over the firm’s traditionally rubbery gearboxes, always the most subversive flaw when trying to convey a sense of either quality or sporting prowess.

Open up the RCZ and you’ll notice a suspiciously impressive exhaust note. It’s a butterfly valve that operates under heavy acceleration, emitting a slightly harsh but nevertheless addictive bark from what is otherwise an immensely quiet powertrain. And the car feels quite quick with it, but nothing more.

Up a winding mountain road, however, the RCZ’s composure allows your confidence to build, and its fine balance and light controls make for some rapid and involving progress. It’s still in the vein of a mildly hot hatch, but is no less rewarding for that.

Ask if Peugeot has any plans to offer more grunt in the future, and the answer is firmly in the negative. It seems the marque’s agenda is a green one, with small capacity and low emissions to the fore. Already being trumpeted as the natural evolution for the 1.6-litre RCZ is a hybrid powertrain, providing more power for less gas, and the sporting advantage of (battery) driven rear wheels. In the meantime there is also a 163bhp 2.0-litre HDi dieselcoming on stream: torque, economy and, we suspect, too much weight over the front end.

The cheapest way into RCZ ownership will be the 156bhp ‘Sport’, and that comes without leather, any electric toys and with the smaller 18-inch wheels. That’s £20,450 on the road. Not cheap. Another £4,500 will get you the car we have here, minus the daft wheels, metallic paint, silly stripes, carbon wing mirrors (or carbon roof panel that even we didn’t have), black calipers and on and on, ad infinitum.

In other words you can customize until you drop, but hopefully you won’t. After all, it’ll cost you another £515 just to have that leather-trimmed dash, which any £25k sports car would probably look rather meagre without.

You’ll need to spend judiciously and tastefully here to end up with a viable alternative to the heavyweight Germans that dominate this segment.

Even then, whether or not the RCZ can mix it in a more premium market is difficult to say. The 200bhp car costs slightly more than the faster and dynamically superior 2.0-litre Audi TT and around £4,000 more than the VW Scirroco, which is still a stunning car to look at, and one with far more convincing rear seats.

But if enough of us get on board then half the battle is won, for what the RCZ can and must do is haul Peugeot out of the doldrums, where it’s been languishing for as long as most people can remember. Late Nineties 406 Coupe perhaps? Here, at last, is a car with a proper Gallic shrug about it. A car that flicks its spent Gitane at the TT as it parps off into the Parisian night. Something like that at any rate.

Immensely pretty, comparatively practical with its big, saloon-style boot bolstered by a fold-flat rear bench, and even reasonably economical to own and run if its residuals don’t take too much of a hammering, this could be one of those quintessentially French cars that slowly, quietly, become icons.

Arriving in France to drive the RCZ, we had to rent a car at the airport to get to Peugeot HQ. The amiable and bi-lingual twenty-something Frenchman behind the desk, seeing that we worked for TopGear, began talking cars.

Loathe as he was to say anything so unpatriotic, it turns out he didn’t actually like French cars anymore. Worse still, he’d bought a 207CC a year ago and quickly got shot of it when everything started going wrong. Since then he’d been after something Japanese.

Until, that was, he’d seen oneof the very first RCZs in the airport car park the day before and was utterly blown away. Full of questions we were unable to answer, he was already answering one of ours. That enthusiasm was palpable. As it was in scores of people, young and old, who we encountered later with the car. One drop-dead girl with a razor-sharp bob and a fag on the go performed an emergency stop in her battered Nissan Almera to better take in the rear of the RCZ. And you don’t get a finer endorsement of a car’s kerb appeal than that. This might be the start of something for Peugeot. Fingers crossed.

Top Gear Magazine September 2010 (208)

The September issue of TopGear magazine is out now, and it’s the one we snappily call the Massive Supercar Megatest Summer Spectacular.

Because we are selfless like that, we corralled together the five greatest supercars of the year – the Ferrari 458, Merc SLS, Lexus LFA, Lambo Gallardo Superleggera and Porsche GT3 RS – and thrashed them from one side of Britain to the other, ending up at the TopGear test track.

But since we couldn’t agree on a winner, we handed our quintet of supercars over to our trio of erudite presenters to pick their favourites. Read why Jeremy loves the SLS more than his own dog and witness a big old fight between James and Richard on that knotty old Porsche-versus-Ferrari debate. Clearly the boys were never going to reach a unified verdict, so there was only one thing for it hand all five cars over to the mysterious man in white for a thorough Stigging. Sideways, smoky and smelling slightly of veal – it’s the only way our tame racing driver knows how.

It’s not just fast cars in this issue of TopGear magazine, though. Oh no. We’ve got a very fast bike and a very fast bikist too. That’s John McGuinness – 15-time Isle of Man TT champion, the quickest man ever to lap the terrifying street circuit and all-round fearless loon – and, clinging terrifiedly round his waist, our man Piers Ward, a journalist who’s as familiar with superbikes as Deborah Meaden is with bonhomie and good cheer. Watch the video of Piers’s sphincter-narrowing lap here.

Kicking off our smorgasbord of road tests this month is the 911 GT2 RS, the fastest and most powerful Porsche in history. With 613 turbocharged horses coursing through the rear wheels, it’s every bit as deranged as you’d imagine.

We’ve also reviewed the Renault Wind, Hennessey Camaro, Fiat 500 Twin, Porsche Cayenne Hybrid, Mercedes C63 DR520 and, oh, loads of other stuff.

How do you upstage the billionaires who cruise round Knightsbridge in their Veyrons and Enzos? With a fantasycar, that’s how. We ‘borrow’ Citroen’s astonishing GT concept and head to Harrods to wind up some oligarchs and oil barons. Things get a bit messy.

And, talking of messy, that’s our new Jaguar XJ. In the depths of Morocco. Getting all dusty and broken. Find out if the lovely big Jag conquered the Atlas Mountains – and see Tom Ford with a snake on his face!

Because we occasionally dabble in sensible grown-up car journalism, we’ve got a head-to-head test between the Mini Countryman and Nissan Juke, in which we discuss sensible grown-up things like boot space and economy and ergonomics and, er, skateboards.

We’ve also got the scandalous behind-the-scenes story of Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz’s Hollywoodtastic visit to the TopGear telly studio. Think of us as Hello but with more toppling Korean hatchbacks.

All this, and more, in the September issue of TopGear magazine, on sale today. Go, hurry, and buy a packet of retro crisps while you’re at it!


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Top Gear

Posted: August 28, 2010 in Uncategorized
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Top Gear Top Gear is an Emmy award winning BBC television series about motor vehicles, primarily cars. It began in 1977 as a conventional motoring magazine show. Over time, and especially since a relaunch in 2002, it has developed a quirky, humorous style. The show is currently presented by Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and James May, and also features a test driver known as The Stig. The programme is estimated to have 350 million viewers worldwide. First run episodes are broadcast in the United Kingdom on BBC Two, and since Series 14, also on BBC HD. Top Gear is also shown on Dave, BBC America, BBC Canada, RTÉ Two in Ireland, Canvas in Belgium, Nine Network and GO! in Australia (previously on SBS One who showed the programme until the end of the 13th series aired in 2009), Prime TV in New Zealand, and a number of other television channels around the world. The popularity of the show has led to the creation of two international versions, with local production teams and presenters for Australia and Russia. Episodes of the Australian version premièred on 29 September 2008 and NBC was holding the American version for broadcast in February or March 2009, as a possible mid-season replacement, but later dropped it from their schedule before production resumed. The show has received acclaim for its visual style and presentation, as well as considerable criticism for its content and comments made by presenters. Columnist A. A. Gill described the show as “a triumph of the craft of programme making, of the minute, obsessive, musical masonry of editing, the french polishing of colourwashing and grading”.