Notes From the Hard Shoulder - James May [41]
But something strange has happened. All of a sudden, the 911 and the F430 are what the clever people are buying. What were for so long clichés are now rising from a mire of confused car culture like swords of truth. Crikey.
I'm not going to claim that everything's rosy. There's still far too much tasteless Ferrari merchandise for my liking, and far too much talk of the significance of Formula One. These people are claiming that the F430 was developed using the computer 'normally reserved for Michael Schumacher's racing car', but this is obviously bollocks. Why would they do this? Does Michael Schumacher not let other Ferrari people use his stapler?
And the 911 isn't entirely in the clear, because Richard Hammond has just ordered one, and he uses hair product. But even so, the 911 and F430 are suddenly very cool.
One reason for this is that people are once again taking cars very seriously. They may be portrayed as the biggest threat to society since Hitler, and we may be encouraged to feel guilty about them and to want a small diesel hatchback, but deep down people are very, very switched on to what makes a great car. I cannot remember a time when so many people have wanted to engage me in highly informed conversation about cars and what they're like. And I don't just mean the bores from my local; I'm including people like my neighbour Ben, who pinned me against the wall for a good half hour to talk about a Mercedes Benz he'd been looking at, even though he can't drive. And earlier this year I discovered that my mother understood the effect of low-profile tyres on ride and handling.
If we're going to take cars seriously, we need serious cars. Some serious cars that spring to mind are the Bentley Arnage T, the Fiat Panda, the Vauxhall Astra VXR, the Lexus GS430 (no, really), the Citroen C6 and the Renault Grande Espace. In the arenas in which they compete, they do what they're supposed to do with conspicuous thoroughness, to the enduring satisfaction of the intelligent and informed owner.
It's the same with the 911 and the F430. They're superb cars that work brilliantly, and in this day and age that's what matters once again.
Viewers will remember that we had the 911 up against the BMW M6 and the Aston V8 on the Isle of Man a few weeks back. I was expecting to go for the Aston, but after a few hundred miles I realised that the 911 was still a better car. It's always difficult to explain what makes a 911 great; in fact, on first acquaintance it feels decidedly wonky. The driving position is still slightly odd and old-fashioned, and the engine is still ostensibly in the wrong place. But once it gets under your skin – and it will – it's there for good. Maybe there is something in heritage, bloodline and all that other guff that Porsche would put forward in the showroom.
There certainly is where Ferrari is concerned. There's more utter cock talked about Ferrari than about any other subject on earth, even football. But there is something about a small V8 Ferrari that cannot be found in any other car. It's not mystique or any of that nonsense. It's because it works, brilliantly.
When we took the F430, the Zonda and the Ford GT to France, I became unutterably convinced of this. The Fezza is the connoisseur's choice, the one that the true lover of cars and driving will appreciate the most. Surely it's no coincidence that the F430 is the product of a company that has been devoted to the supercar cause for decades?
You simply cannot fake this stuff. Other makers seem to imagine that they can leap straight into the realm occupied by Porsche and Ferrari with some ludicrous performance figures, seductive styling and a bit of savvy marketing. But some of us know better. Other cars may be more fashionable, but look beyond that and you will discover that the others aren't actually as good at being great cars.
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