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Originally Posted by Willravel
The recent GTO was certainly a contender in the performance categories, but not in quality. Had they marketed the GTO as an alternate to the BMW 5 series or Audi A6, they would have been destroyed by every legitimate car rating organization. The ride quality was crap, the materials were crap, the design was mediocre. I can just hear Jeremy Clarkson going on and on about how Americans can't build a decent car.... ugh..
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well you can hear him gush about how good the car is... on Top Gear. He does say that it got softer as a Pontiac, but that's par for the course when all imports Ford/GM seemed to do to their overseas brethren.
racing the stig
taking it sideways
OR read it in print
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View: Vauxhall Monaro VXR It's back-breakingly marvellous
Source: Timesonline
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Vauxhall Monaro VXR It's back-breakingly marvellous
uly 10, 2005
Vauxhall Monaro VXR
It's back-breakingly marvellous
Jeremy Clarkson
Last week the Daily Mail broke off momentarily from writing about immigrants, Princess Diana and the value of your house, and published a photograph of my wife and me walking down the road.
Why? Well, I was carrying nothing while my wife was lumbering along beside me weighed down with a heavy suitcase.
“Look at him!” it screamed. “Making his long-suffering wife carry his bags.”
What this proves, most of all, is the absolute hopelessness of the Daily Mail as a newspaper. My wife was carrying my bags not because I’m a male pig, but because moments earlier an MRI scan had revealed that I’ve slipped two discs. And that carrying heavy suitcases is something I’m not allowed to do any more.
More importantly, and this is the story those blinkered people on the Mail managed to miss, I’m no longer allowed to drive. Yup, for the next few months I’m off the road.
Partly this is because I can’t look left or right, partly it’s because my left arm doesn’t work at all, and partly it’s because I’m on a cocktail of drugs so bright and vivid I spend half the day wondering if I’m a horse and the other half answering only to the name of Stephen.
The only good news is that I’m taking steroids, so by the time I’m fixed I shall have breasts and a handbag and as a result the Daily Mail will write stories about my brave battle with a spinal injury and how I’m an example to women everywhere.
In the meantime, however, my pain in the neck means I’m not allowed to drive, which will be a pain in the backside. Mostly for my wife, actually, who will have to carry my bags to the car and then drive me to work. She may even have to write this column, because while I have a few cars stockpiled up, the list is not endless.
Maybe I’ll do some features on what life is like in the back of a Rolls-Royce or a Maybach until the steroids have worked and I’m mended. Unless they don’t, in which case I’ll need an operation, and that could turn me into a drooling vegetable. In which case I'll do some stories about wheelchairs and mashed food.
Whatever, in this world where everything is always someone’s “fault”, the most important thing right now is to work out how I, the world’s least active man, managed to slip not one but two discs. I went through all the possibilities with my doctor and we decided that the blame for my condition lies fairly and squarely at the door of Vauxhall.
Apparently if you spend too long driving round corners much too quickly it will pull all the gooey stuff out of your spine, and last week I spent a very great deal of time going round many, many corners much too quickly in the new Vauxhall Monaro.
It’s been around for a while now, the Monaro, and nobody seems to have paid it much attention. Small wonder, really, when you consider that it’s an Australian car, with an American engine. Sure, we’ll buy colonial wine and we’ll concede that they’re good at sport, but that’s chiefly because they plainly do very little else.
In the past 200 years Australia has only invented the rotary washing line, and America’s sole contribution to global betterment is condensed milk. The notion of these two great nations coming together to make a car doesn’t fill anyone from the world’s fountain of ingenuity with much hope.
Especially when it lumbers into battle sporting a Vauxhall badge.
The thing is, though, that the original Monaro was a little gem. Or to be more specific, a rough diamond. With a 5.7 litre V8, and 19th-century technology feeding all that torque to the road, it was a crude but devastatingly effective mile-muncher.
Think of it as an Aussie from the outback. Maybe he can’t quote Shakespeare. Maybe he’s never heard of Terence Conran. But he can smash all the teeth clean out of your mouth with a single punch. That was the Monaro.
And now there’s a new version. At first glimpse the prospect is even more exciting because it has a restyled bonnet full of aggressive vents and holes, and because underneath it gets an even bigger engine. A 6 litre V8 from the last Corvette.
Sadly, all is not sweetness and light, because the Monaro is sold in America as a Pontiac GTO and the new version was designed specifically for Uncle Sam. That means it’s all gone a bit soft. And for some extraordinary reason they’ve moved the 60-litre fuel tank to a point directly above the rear axle. This means the car’s handling will change depending on how much fuel you have on board, and also that the boot is nowhere near as big as it should be.
So, does the extra power from the bigger engine compensate for this? Or is this the automotive equivalent of the American version of The Office: a good idea ruined by the Septics? To find out, I took it to a track and drove round and round until, as we know, my spine disintegrated.
The first thing worth noting is that the power isn’t delivered in a zingy, revvy European way. It’s more a suet pudding than a champagne sorbet, but there’s certainly no shortage. And as a result you’ll go from 0 to 60 in 5.3sec and onwards to 185. That’s pretty quick.
The lazy engine certainly suits the whole feel of the car. It lumbers rather than darts, it feels heavy and lethargic. But then you might have said all this about Martin Johnson. And that really is the point of the big Vauxhall. It’s second row, not a winger.
The gearbox, especially, is worthy of a mention. The lever looks like it’s come from the bridge of a 19th-century ocean liner and the effort needed to move it around is huge. But then this is a muscle car. It’s not for sheilas.
My favourite part, however, and you’ll only really trip over this on a track, is the way it goes round corners. The angles of oversteer it can achieve, thanks mainly to its long wheelbase, are absolutely ludicrous, and if you keep your foot planted, so too is the volume of smoke from the back wheels. If you have the mental age of a six-year-old, and I have, you would never tire of sliding this massive car from bend to bend.
In fact, after I wore one set of tyres down to the canvas, I went straight round to a tyre shop, bought two more, and then proceeded to wear those down to the canvas as well. This car is that much fun.
Of course, it’s not what you’d call luxuriously appointed. There are plenty of toys to play with, and lots of space for four, too, but the quality of the plastic and the feel of the carpets beggars belief. Until you look at the price. This car, this 6 litre V8 185mph muscle car, is less than £37,000 — the same as a BMW 535 diesel.
Yes, the BMW is more of a quality product, but which would you rather have, a night out with a vicar or a few pints with your mates at the pub? When it comes to fun, the Monaro is truly wonderful, and it’s not bad at cruising either.
The seats are sublime, it glides over bumps, and at 70mph the engine is barely turning over, so it’s quiet as well.
It all sounds great but there’s one problem. You can still buy the original, harder, 5.7 litre car. Yes, this only offers up 349bhp compared with the 6 litre’s 398bhp. But you’re pressed to spot that difference on the road.
And here’s the clincher. The 5.7 is only £29,000. Put simply, there is no better bargain on the market today.
Thank you, by the way, for all your e-mails on the Ford GT. There have been hundreds and hundreds. Now that I can’t go anywhere I have time to read them. And I’ll let you know what you’ve all decided.
Vital statistics
Model Vauxhall Monaro VXR
Engine V8, 5967cc
Power 398bhp @ 6000rpm
Torque 391 lb ft @ 4400rpm
Transmission Six-speed manual, rear-wheel drive
Fuel 17.6mpg (combined)
CO2 384g/km
Acceleration 0-60mph: 5.3sec
Top speed 185mph
Price £36,995
Verdict A seat-of-your-pants back-breaker, drives like it’s got XXXX in the tank
Rating 4/5
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