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Updates from May, 2012

  • If imitation be truly the sincerest form of flattery, then BMW’s R1200GS should be prepared for some sickeningly sweet tributes of the most fawning variety. BMW has fairly owned the big adventure touring market in recent years — indeed, ever since it launched the R80G/S way back in 1980. The original G/S was little more than a tribute to the company’s odd (odd as in no one could quite understand why anyone would try to convert a huge, heavy Boxer twin into a dirt bike) Paris-Dakar racers. Little thought was given to the possible popularity of adventure tourers back then, just as SUVs were once basically crude covered pickups favoured by hunters, fishermen and the odd farm fetishist who actually liked the smell of cow manure. Fast forward 30 years and adventure tourers, just like the once-niched sport-utility vehicle, are immensely popular, one of few popular segments — if not here, in places such as Europe and South America — left in large-displacement motorcycling.

    And BMW has dominated the genre. Oh, numerous competitors have come and gone, but none has really dared to attack the big GS directly. Suzuki’s V-Stroms, though dressed up like dirt bikes, have just been GSX-Rs in disguise. Honda’s Varadero proved imminently capable but ultimately characterless. Ditto Yamaha’s Super Tenere. And Moto Guzzi’s Stelvio, while equally quirky and stylish, suffers the lack of refinement that Guzzi’s meager R & D budget engenders.

    But, from the very first perusal, Triumph’s new Tiger Explorer looks to be aimed at the very heart of GS-dom. It hardly copies the R1200’s styling, for instance, yet the Explorer is unquestionably recognizable as a GS challenger, the fairing angular and busy with the (optional) crash bars and spot lamps that adventure touring aficionados think passes for off-road bona fides. The seat, like the GS’s, is broad and flat and, surprise, surprise, it boasts a huge range adjustability — from 810 to 880 millimetres — thanks to some easily swapped prongs under the seat as well as optional different thickness padding (there’s also the option of a heated seat; rugged individualists like to have warm tushies, too). There’s a computerized rider information centre, an electronic cruise control and the de rigueur adjustable windshield. All told, the Explorer verily exudes the rudimentary practicality that adventure tourers love while in fact luxuriating with gee-whiz features that would make Gold Wing owners jealous. At even a mere glance, the Explorer looks the part, even if its exhaust can look about the size of a smokestack on a luxury liner.

    But who cares what it looks like when the new Tiger packs a 1,215- cubic-centimetre version of a Triumph’s iconic triple? Like the GS’s Oilhead twin, the big three-cylinder fairly exudes character with soulful exhaust music and enough low- and mid-range torque to tow the Titanic. As one would suspect, if you’ve ridden the already grunt-laden 1,050-cc Speed Triple, boring out the cylinders (by six millimetres over the 1,050) has only enhanced low-speed pulling power. Indeed, below 5,000 rpm, it’s hard to imagine anything with more pulling power other than monstrosities such as Triumph’s own 2,300-cc Rocket III and Yamaha’s over-the-top VMax. Things flatten out a bit above 6,000 revs, but Triumph claims a maximum of 135 horsepower so the Explorer literally scoots to 200 kilometres an hour even though it weighs in at a hefty 259 kilograms. If you’re looking for the Explorer’s greatest advantage over the R1200, look no further than its three gargantuan pistons.

    The big triple does vibrate slightly more than its smaller siblings, however. Things remain quite smooth until, again, about 6,000 rpm, but the bars and pegs can get a little buzzy after that. The tingle’s amplitude is actually less than BMW’s Boxer twin, but its frequency is higher so it’s more noticeable; it’s not bothersome but noticeable. One should note, though, that 5,000 rpm equates to something more than 130 km/h in top gear, so, by the time the pegs start buzzing, you might have bigger (legal) issues.

    The Explorer offers a couple of unique engine management features, probably the most useful being a three-position traction control system. The first position is the full-on safety nanny allowing little slip; the second position offers little more latitude so the big triple can be slid around off-road, while the third shuts down the system completely if one is feeling particularly brave trying to modulate 1,215 cc of torque over a slippery gravel road.
    The second novelty is the segment’s unique-to-this-segment  throttle-by-wire system. A technology now common to race bikes and automobiles, the lack of a throttle cable makes firm return springs a thing of the past. It may even be a little too light as bumps see your throttle hand moved too easily and making throttle response a little jerky over bumpy roads. On the other hand, you’ll never again complain of fatigued wrist muscles after a long ride.
    Overall comfort, one of the prime reasons for the popularity of adventure tourers, is also excellent. The seating position, thanks to generous proportions between seat and footpeg, is quite comfortable, though I would have liked an extra inch of rise to the handlebar. The seat is broad and flat and up to many km in the saddle. My tester wasn’t equipped with heated handlebar grips, but they are available options (Triumph, like BMW, offers a cornucopia of accessories). Even the windshield — as seemingly minuscule as it is — provides surprising protection from the elements, especially in its most upright position (it’s a doddle to adjust, by the way). No doubt the aftermarket is designing bigger windscreens, if they’re not available already, but it’s not strictly necessary.

    Even the long-travel suspension is accommodating. Oh, one of the shortcomings of Triumph’s use of shaft drive (like I said, this Tiger is aimed squarely at the R1200) is the increased sprung weight, which can make the rear damper a little harsh over sharp bumps. But, in general, the spring rates are set comfortably soft, perhaps a bit too much in the front, which dive generously under braking (ABS-monitored, by the way). But that’s characteristic of all these dirt bike-oriented adventure tourers save the BMW, whose Telelever front end all but eliminates brake dive.

    The handling hardly suffers for it. The relatively skinny tires (compared with a sport bike’s, the Tiger’s 110/80-19 front and 150/70-17 rear radials are positively narrow) keep the steering light despite those aforementioned 259 kg, while the wide dirt bike-like handlebar offers excellent leverage for directional changes. Despite the Metzler’s semi-dirt bike tread pattern, there’s enough traction for serious lean angles. Combined with the extra grunty motor, this is one adventure tourer that will have little trouble keeping up with crotch rockets.

    Where the $17,499 Explorer may (and I emphasize the “may” since I can’t be sure until I’ve conducted more exhaustive testing) suffer compared with the big BMW is in off-road comportment. Simply put, the R1200 GS is the only mainstream big-cube trailie (the rare KTM 990 works well off-road but is not in the same league on-road) with serious off-road ability. Besides its relatively low weight (and, compared with real dirt bikes, it really is only relatively), the flat-twin engine’s lower centre of gravity lets you do tricks in the dirt that no 1,170-cc motorcycle with shaft drive should be capable of. The Triumph, almost 15 kg heavier and with a much higher centre of gravity, will have to perform magic to emulate the BMW’s off-road performance.

    I’m not sure how much it matters though. Adventure touring aficionados, like SUV owners, may demand go-anywhere styling, but they most seldom venture deeper into the woods than rutted cottage roads. The vast preponderance buy these bikes for their styling and the comfort of their upright riding position. Now they can add monster power to their list of wants, as long as they buy a Triumph Tiger Explorer.


    8:00 am on May 20, 2012
     
  • If the Speed Triple were a dog, it would be an angry, yanking-at-its-chain Rottweiler. If Triumph’s rabid little three-cylinder were a rock star, it would be Sid Vicious. Were it female, methinks it would be Rod Stewart’s Maggie May with much wrecking of bed and an almost equal amount of kicking in the head. If it were a … well, I think you’re getting the idea that maybe the blindingly white Speed Triple hanging out in my garage is having a bad influence on my comparatively sedate (and I mean just comparatively, since the old Honda used to be a race bike) 1982 CB1100R usually ensconced there all alone.

    That goes double for the R version, especially since Chris Ellis, Triumph’s distributor and chief bottle washer here in Canada, has ladled on a few accessory goodies including some, shall we say fruity, underseat Arrow exhaust cans. Touch the starter button and the bite immediately matches the bark, the big three-cylinder engine letting all in my little townhouse complex (and probably a few across the street at the Bayview Country Club as well) know that Dave has a new toy and he’s not afraid to use it.

    It enlivens what is already one of my favourite engines in motorcycling. Three cylinders just seems like an ideal way to divvy up 1,050 cubic centimetres. Having less than four pistons means there’s more torque than in the usual multi-cylinder motorcycle and having more than two means the Speed Triple can rev higher than a twin. There’s said to be 133 horsepower on tap and anyone that says he or she needs more is telling you he or she wants to pop wheelies at 160-plus kilometres an hour (the Speed Triple already being extremely capable of said hooliganism, though, perhaps, at least with this rider aboard, at a more manageable speed).

    Nonetheless, there’s plenty of oomph a flick of the wrist away. Speed Triples start making arm-yanking power as low as 3,000 rpm and stay on the boil all the way to nine grand. It’s a very wide powerband that almost makes the six-speed gearbox superfluous (though still welcome). Indeed, the Speed Triple is always eager to go to the point that it sometimes feels like it’s chomping at the bit. Part of that, of course, is those aforementioned Arrow cans that up both the amplitude and attitude, but Speed Triples in general best serve those who like to twist the throttle hard and often.

    That’s an attitude even better served with this R version. Though the motor remains stock (again, save for those lovely accessory mufflers), the Speed Triple’s chassis has been upgraded with the best suspension and brake bits in the business. Both ends, for instance, ride on Ohlins, the bright yellow rear shock spring — not to mention the anodized adjuster — announcing somebody spent some serious money on this Triumph. Up front, there’s a fully adjustable NIX30 fork by Ohlins, while that rear single shock is a superbike-spec TTX36.

    Those expecting plushness, however, are best served looking elsewhere. Instead, all of Ohlins’ vast suspension experience is directed at putting the Speed Triple R’s rider more in contact with the road. If that means you feel every little ripple in the tarmac, so be it because it also means that both wheels always remain firmly planted on the ground. The damping is, therefore, perfect when you’re twisting the aforementioned throttle hard and not so much if you’re just trying to glide over all the new potholes winter has sprung on us.

    If you’re looking for a track day naked bike, the Speed Triple R is ready, especially since Triumph has fitted some very chi-chi Brembo Monobloc radial calipers to squeeze the big 320-millimetre front discs. The Monobloc portion of that already impressive portfolio means the entire caliper is machined from one giant block of aluminum rather than two smaller pieces bolted together. The difference may seem trivial, but it allows for much better feel to the rider, not to mention less brake fade, which may be a concern, again, if you twist the previously mentioned eager throttle. The other addition to the R is a set of PVM forged aluminum wheels that are said to be 1.7 kilograms lighter. Triumph says they aid both suspension and braking performance, but since both are already over the top, their biggest contribution is to look very pretty.

    Of course, all this unobtanium goodness has a price and here may be the reason the Speed Triple R will be in short supply. There’s just not a big market for $17,499 naked bikes and only a few will likely deem the additions worthwhile to a bike that is already quite rambunctious. But, then, you don’t buy a Rottweiler to be a purse poodle.


    8:00 am on May 19, 2012
     
  • BARCELONA, SPAIN — Honda — at least compared with other Japanese motorcycle manufacturers — does things differently. While cranking out scads of ubiquitous, commercially viable sporting four-cylinder sportbikes and boulevard-cruising V-twins, the world’s most prolific motorcycle manufacturer has shown an occasional propensity for the weird and wonderful. What else would you call the once-much-hyped, now-best-forgotten Pacific Coast, a fully scooterized tourer based on a whimpy V-twin cruiser?

    Some have been successful; the Rune proved, if nothing else, that someone other than Harley could produce an over-the-top road brute. Some were way ahead of their time; in the case of the Honda 750A automatic, way, way ahead of their time. And some have been so comical that one just had to assume they were the result of some terribly twisted corporate sense of humour; Honda didn’t really think the DN-01 would sell, did it?

    Honda is also willing to go into the belly of the beast. Here we are, for instance, in motorcycling-mad Spain with some of the most aggressive riders in the world and Honda is introducing its new novice-minded, fuel economy-conscious NC (as in New Concept; Honda likes these grand themes) 700, a twin-cylinder 670-cubic-centimetre runabout completely lacking in the one attribute — mega doses of horsepower — that has traditionally been used to lure youth to motorcycling. Indeed, we might as well get this out of the way right off the bat: If you’re looking for scads of horsepower, look elsewhere. Honda is not publishing power figures for the new NC700, but there are probably about 50 or 60 ponies available at the rear wheel. That’s hardly the stuff to strike fear into the hearts of R6 owners. Perhaps more oddly — at least for experienced motorcyclists — is that Honda shuts the party down at a 6,400-rpm redline, the rev limiter kicking in abruptly. For the seasoned motojournalist, it takes some acclimatization.

    But there is method to Honda’s madness. For instance, here in Spain, where there are 2.5 million registered motorcycles over 125 cc, there’s a huge market for well-executed, pragmatic two-wheeled transportation. And, here, the NC700 delivers. Available in both standard — NC700S — and adventure touring — NC700X — guises, Honda claims that either one gets about the same fuel economy — 80 miles per gallon or approximately 2.9 litres per 100 kilometres — as the far less powerful single-lung CBR250R. Indeed, if the NC700’s gas gauge and speedometer are to be believed, one should get almost 400 km to the tankful, an incredible range considering there are only 14 litres on board.

    Everything about the NC700 is geared toward maximizing torque and minimizing fuel consumption. The powerband ranges from 3,000 to just 6,000 rpm, incredibly low-revving for such a small engine. Cam timing — and in a twist each of the two cylinders has different inlet timing to help the parallel twin engine emulate a V-twin’s rumpa-rumpa — is modest and the bore and stroke ratio is undersquare (the piston’s diameter is smaller than its stroke). Gearing is also as tall as some big-inch Harley Twins. Indeed, 3,000 rpm in top gear equates to 100 km an hour, so the engine is fairly loafing. Again, it’s all in the name of fuel economy.

    And, in most cases, it’s not overly detrimental to performance. We spent the day playing silly buggers on serpentine Spanish roads. Once I got used to short-shifting the NC long before it approached 6,000 rpm, I never noticed any power deficit. That said, those seeking to cruise the highways and byways at a buck-forty and still have power in reserve will find the top-end power reserved. Like an old BMW airhead R100, the power is adequate, not excessive.

    The rest of the NC700 is fairly conventional. Both the S and the X share engine, transmission, frame, wheels and brakes. The suspension travel, however, is longer for the adventure touring-themed X and, consequently, it rides higher and is slightly longer. It’s amazing how such seemingly minuscule changes make a large difference in comportment. The S fairly slices toward apexes if you so much as  look at them, while the X is a little lazier about changing direction. If all you want to do is commute and roil along twisty roads, then the S is the better choice.

    I’d have the X, though. The taller seat sees it offer a plusher, roomier seating position. The handlebar is taller for a more comfortable, upright seating position and the windscreen, such as it is, provides better wind protection. I’d be searching the aftermarket for an even wider windshield, however, were I thinking of taking the NC700X for longer tours. It is up to the task, however, especially since Honda Canada will be offering a full complement of luggage and ABS is standard on both models.

    Pricing hasn’t been set, but Honda says it will start below $9,000. Pricing is going to prove very important to the NC700’s success, I suspect. Competitors, such as Suzuki’s DL650, offer more performance and features. Anyone swayed by the NC700’s frugality will likely also be price conscious. Pricing aside, the NC700 will make an ideal trade-up for Honda’s legion CBR125 and CBR250 loyalists. And, unlike some other Asian brands, Honda is to be lauded: Breaking the status quo is seldom welcomed, even when it’s absolutely necessary.


    1:00 pm on May 18, 2012
     
  • SOUTH BEACH, FLA. It’s not all that easy mating “slim” and “fat boy” in the same reference and making even some semblance of sense. That’s why Harley-Davidson was particularly laconic (its monikers usually run to the Electra Glide Ultra Limited) in the naming of its latest Softail, the Slim, even though, as incongruous as it may seem, the Slim most closely resembles The Motor Company’s Fat Boy. Indeed, even Harley’s all-powerful and ever vigilant public relations department could not completely avoid the dissonance, the fact that the Slim is fuelled from a Fat Bob tank just another example of conflicting metaphors.

    Discordant descriptors aside, what Harley wants the Slim to accomplish is to “once again make the engine the design focal point of a motorcycle.” At least so says senior designer Casey Ketterhagen. So the company slimmed down the rear tire, chopped the fenders and even left a gap between the nose of the seat and that Fat Bob gas tank. “I like to be able to look down and see what’s moving me,” says Ketterhagen. No matter what the words, though, it’s a Fat Boy on a Weight Watchers program.

    However, even to this jaundiced eye, the Slim does look relatively lithe compared with its confreres. That it is still really a fat bastard — it weighs in, like many cruisers and most Harleys, at more than 300 kilograms — doesn’t diminish the fact that it looks svelte (and as any woman will attest, Billy Crystal’s Fernando Lamas was right when he stated that it’s more important to look slim than to actually be) and, thanks to an incredibly low seat height, the Slim is actually easy to ride. With just 604 millimetres separating the rider’s gluteus maximus from the tarmac, even the shortest of inseam can plant a solid riding boot on terra firma, making low-speed handling a doddle.

    At the same time, the Slim is a full Big Twin Harley and not a small-motored Sportster. That means 103 cubic inches of Big Twin (previous iterations of the Big Twin have displaced 88 and 98 cubic inches) pumping out just a smidgen less than 100 pound-feet of torque at barely 3,000 rpm. It might be overstating the obvious, but riding a Softail Slim is about as far away as one can get from piloting a Yamaha R6, especially since The Motor Company actually reduced ground clearance to get the desired low profile.

    It all works, though. The narrower tires actually make the Slim, like every other fatty that’s ever lost weight, lighter on its feet. Combined with the wide “Hollywood” (and I have no idea why it’s labelled as such) handlebar, it made wheeling the Slim even around the tight confines of South Beach effortless. On the other hand, the stretched 1,635-millimetre wheelbase and whopping 147 mm of trail (abut 50% more than that aforementioned Yamaha) make the Slim incredibly stable on the highway.

    Like most Harleys, the Slim has but one singular disc brake up front. At least it has a four-piston caliper and, if you opt for the optional Security Package (which also has a new, higher-grade anti-theft device), you get Harley’s novel anti-lock braking system. Not only does it prevent wheel lockup during panic braking, but, because the engineers hid the wheel sensors and their slotted discs in the wheel hubs, Harley’s stylistic pretensions aren’t marred (once again conforming to Billy Crystal’s better-to-look-good-than-feel-good theorem).
    All is not perfect, however; especially to those approaching six feet tall who might just happen to have wonky backs. That low, low seat — so important to short-stuffs riding around town — combined with the feet-forward floorboards and the relatively low Hollywood handlebar had me bent over the Slim like I was in a hurry to make my chiropractor rich. The riding position isn’t as  exaggerated as that of the company’s V-Rods, but those seriously attracted to the Slim are best advised to make sure their lower lumbars are up to the task.

    Other than L3:L4 issues, however, the Slim is comfortable, the seat and the Softail’s unique suspension both surprisingly accommodating. Vibration, despite the fact that the Softail eschews the Big Twin engine’s normal rubber mounting system (there is a quake-quelling counterbalance shaft, however), is minimal.

    In the end, the Slim will probably be judged as yet another Harley-Davidson styling triumph, only marred in this case with a slightly uncomfortable riding position. But that has never stopped anyone from buying any Motor Company product. As Crystal might say, “You always look marvellous” riding a Harley.


    8:00 am on May 18, 2012
     
  • NURBURGRING, GERMANY — Jaguar has come to the conclusion that it doesn’t charge nearly enough for its cars.

    Buoyed by the popularity of the megabuck (and mega-horsepowered) XKR-S and Land Rover’s success peddling of an “Ultimate” version of its already hedonistic Range Rover, Jaguar thinks there’s room for growth at the top end of the XJ range. So, it probably didn’t take an MBA to come up with the idea of launching an Ultimate Jaguar.

    Add rear bucket seats, power adjustable for recline and lumbar support (not to mention a massaging function), throw in a powered rear business table and a champagne cooler (with two bespoke glasses) and upgrade the stereo to an ear-bleeding 20-speaker Meridian system and you have an XJ Ultimate.

    Oh, did I mention that each of the passengers has access to an iPad built into the front seatbacks and the whole shebang will probably cost just shy of $200,000?


    9:00 am on May 11, 2012
     
  • NURBURGRING, Germany — Race tracks kill cars. It’s a truism as old as the automobile itself. Not long after the invention of the automobile came the first automobile race. Contrary to pop psychology — and the intuition of abandoned spouses the world over — this is not just because men are shallow, egocentric beasts ruled by a juvenile need to humiliate their fellow man but because the race track is the ultimate crucible of automotive endurance. Survive the rigours of a high-speed race track, goes the theory, and everything that a mere highway can throw at your pride and joy is a cakewalk. At least, that’s my justification and I am sticking to it.

    That tradition continues unabated today. Automotive engineering, metallurgy and components may be far more advanced than when the automobile was invented, but speeds and standards have increased to such a degree that the race track still stands as the ultimate test of inter-part compatability; think of it as the automotive equivalent of a week’s vacation with the in-laws.

    And no race track in the world pushes automobile limits further than the world famous Nürburgring. Nicknamed the Green Hell, the Nürburgring packs 127 corners, kilometres of guardrails, two carousels and one jump (yes, a jump) into its 20.6-km North Loop. Throttle around here at an average speed of a 160-plus km an hour and you will quickly wear out bits once thought indestructible in normal use.

    And it’s not just the obvious consumables — tires, brakes engines and shock absorbers — that succumb to the abuse. One of the primary tests conducted here, according to the Jaguar Test Center’s director (for yes, Jaguar, once the old fuddy dudiest of luxury automakers, now has a test facility here), Phil Talboys, is to test the fatigue strength of Jaguar’s innovative aluminum chassis. Torsional rigidity and every panel gap is measured as soon as the new XJ or XK is unloaded from the lorry and then again after it is beaten up for 8,000 km of top-speed whoop-de-doing. According to Talboys, there is no discernible difference in the before and after measurements, proving that the company’s lighter-than-steel chassis is indeed up to the task.

    For putting lithe two-seater sports cars through their paces, then, the Nürburgring knows no equal. But I’m not driving a lithe two-seater sports car; I’m hooning about in Jaguar’s luxurious XJ. Indeed, though Jaguar calls the model of the XJ I am thrashing the Supersport, denoting the sportiest version of said luxury barge, it is still a 5,247-millimetre-long four-door (I’m actually flogging about in the limousine-like long-wheelbase version) sedan.

    And, yet, the XKR-S, the very epitome of Jaguar coupedom and the fastest Jag ever produced, isn’t gaining much ground on me. Oh, the two-seater will hold a tighter line through the ’Ring’s numerous hairpins and, despite its 510 horsepower of supercharged goodness, the XJ Supersport struggles to keep up with the lighter and more powerful R-S on long straights.

    But, then, you remember that this is the XJ, a car not specifically designed for race track floggings but coddling potentates and demagogues in royalty-like serenity. Indeed, it is this duality of comfort and comportment that is this Jaguar’s calling card. Simply put, though the big XJ has some issues (lack of an AWD drivetrain, lack of a hybrid or diesel alternative powertrain, etc.), it is the class of the luxury segment when it comes to combining ride and handling. Yes, a fully outfitted BMW 7-Series might turn corners a smidgen better, but it can’t compete with the big Jag in suspension compliance. And neither Mercedes’ (non-AMG) S Class nor Audi’s A8 holds the road with anything like the tenacity of an XJ.

    Credit for this duality goes to a trio of Jaguar technologies. The first, the XJ’s all-aluminum chassis, has been the source of Jaguar pride for some time now, the idea being that less weight (an XJ can undercut its competition by as much as 200 kilograms) places less stress on the tires, suspension and, yes, the engine. It also means that even the long-wheelbase version can be tossed through ess corners with something approaching élan, or at least as much élan as you’re going to get from a D-segment stretched luxury sedan.

    But much of the credit for balancing ride and handling goes to the company’s Adaptive Dynamics suspension system. Like many modern cars, Jaguar’s XJ uses adjustable shock absorbers monitored by a computer that measures things such as body movement, roll and pitch — not to mention steering wheel and throttle position — to alter firmness. Jaguar, however, seems to have calibrated its suspenders more adroitly than its competition as the springing is at once compliant over bumps yet firm through corners. Again, the XJ is the best balanced of all über-luxury sedans with handling (aided by the third technology, an electronically controlled locking rear differential) belying its girth and comfort.

    The rest of the aluminum-framed darling also acquits itself quite well. Jaguar’s range of 5.0-litre V8s — 385 hp in normally aspirated form and 470 or 510 ponies when force fed by a supercharger — may not quite match the numbers bragged by the competition, but it’s worth remembering that all that aluminum means the big Jag is lighter than its competition. Suffice it to say that the big cat is plenty quick: Jaguar Canada claims a 4.9-seconds-to-100-km/h acceleration time for the Supersport. In no company is the XJ slow.

    Indeed, this year, supercharged versions of the XJ — both the 470-hp S/C and 510-hp Supersport version — are available with a Speedpak. Although horsepower is not increased in either model, the electronically controlled speed limit is raised to 278 km/h from 250 km/h. We confirm Jaguar’s numbers by posting a 285-km/h top speed (perhaps our electronic nanny was feeling particularly liberal this Friday afternoon) on the big Jag’s speed while autobahning just outside the Nürburgring — all in the name of journalistic veracity, of course.

    Inside, the XJ remains as luxurious as ever, all leather and bespoke wood. It’s worth noting that the long-wheelbase L version costs as little as $3,000 more than the standard-wheelbase version and offers 125 millimetres more rear-seat legroom with precious little compromise to handling. It even looks better, at least to these eyes. There’s also a new Sport Pack that adds sport seats (as well as exterior styling and 20-inch alloy wheels).

    That’s precious little change from last year’s, but, then, after a day of blasting down autobahns and slithering around the Nürburgring, one could make the argument that the big XJ doesn’t need much change. It’s certainly established its sporting bona fides.


    1:00 pm on May 9, 2012
     
  • As most Porsche and Subaru drivers know, the boxer engine got its name by the movement of its pistons. Unlike every engine you, I or our ancestors ever tore apart, the cylinders that house the pistons in a boxer engine — be they four or six — do not form the familiar V.

    Rather, boxer pistons move much like the gloves of Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier, each man with his back to the other throwing continuous jabs to the ropes. Each stroke of the combustion cycle is like Ali throwing punches on one side, Frazier on the other, except with infinitely more consistency and intensity if not equal finesse.

    The boxer architecture is square, able to lower the mass of the engine, not just improving handling by moving weight lower but also resulting in an uncanny smoothness due to the cancelling out of opposing forces. If the engine is the heart of the car, the boxer is the kind that will withstand the most rounds in the ring while never really breaking a sweat. First patented by Karl Benz, the boxer engine is only one of four that have a natural dynamic balance, the other being the straight-six favoured by BMW, the V12 and the wankel. In a way, it’s almost magical.

    Subaru and Porsche, the only automakers to routinely use boxer engines, have long enjoyed the beauty of the flat-four and flat-six. It is also why Subaru’s new BRZ rear-wheel-drive sports car beats with a specially developed 2.0-litre boxer engine, purposely engineered for the BRZ (Boxer, Rear-wheel-drive Zenith) and Toyota’s Scion FR-S. The engine may produce only 200 horsepower, or 100 hp per litre, but its delivery is as shrewd as Don King negotiating a title match, able to manipulate the 150 pound-feet of torque to make the car feel almost as if there’s a turbo lurking beneath that long aluminum hood.

    Driving the BRZ through the twisting canyon roads of Oregon for several hours, it became clear that this boxer engine is a sweetheart. While able to redline at 7,450 rpm, the power arrives much earlier, starting at around 3,500 rpm. The smoothness of the boxer engine is obvious, but you can also get a sense of the inherent mechanical workings of the engine by the way it sounds and feels, giving the driver a level of intimacy so seldom felt in modern sports cars. Coupled with the car’s light weight of 1,255 kilograms (44 kg less than a Civic Si), the 200 hp easily motivates the BRZ up hills and through sweeping bends. It’s only when passing at high speed that a little more power would be welcomed (possibly reserved for a future STI model).

    Regardless, the true delight of this car is its handling, so pure is its response. The BRZ’s steering, through a fat, 36.6-centimetre wheel turning with a 13:1 ratio, feels utterly connected to the road and to the car. It seems perfectly weighted and quick to turn in, never keeping any secrets should understeer set in, which it rarely did at Oregon Raceway Park, where I pushed the BRZ as fast as it could possibly go.

    Even though the car has an ideal weight balance of 53-47 biased to the front, the BRZ was more likely to oversteer as it exited a corner. The 215/45R17 Michelin Primacy tires that all BRZ models wear over 17-inch alloy rims tended to hold the car better than expected for a rear-wheel-drive vehicle. Pushed quickly out of a corner, the rear tires gave up only a little as full throttle was applied with the traction control off. Understeer rarely showed up. The car’s beautifully arched front fenders, visible from the driver’s seat, made pointing the car wherever I wanted it to go as easy as sending a Labrador after a Frisbee.

    Indeed, lap after lap in the BRZ proved that it only wants to have fun, that the only way to ever encounter trouble is to do something seriously egregious. Driven smartly, however, the BRZ responds with a delightful sense of playfulness and purpose, holding itself up with considerable composure through the corners, diving quickly into sharp turns, revealing itself as a car with a truly enjoyable character. In other words, it’s an honest-to-goodness sports coupe.

    That, of course, did not come by luck. In the BRZ, the engine sits lower (by 120 millimetres) and further back in the engine bay than the Impreza. The crankshaft was lowered, too. The car’s centre of gravity is 460 mm from the ground, lower than a Porsche Cayman’s. The battery was moved back near the firewall, the starter motor and power steering motor strategically located, such were just some of the measures taken to make the BRZ one of the best-handling cars one can buy for $27,295.

    That price is for a BRZ that is equipped with a six-speed manual transmission. An automatic is also available. While the six-speed manual and its short-throw shift lever feels almost like the manual in a Nissan 370Z but with an easier clutch, the six-speed automatic comes with a Sport mode for sharper shift points, along with  a manual mode controlled by paddle shifters that will blip the throttle on downshifts to rev match the engine with the lower gear. With the six-speed automatic, the base car rises to $28,495.

    The BRZ’s agreeable price doesn’t mean Subaru cheaped out on the interior either. While there was noticeable road noise in the base model car and some wind noise, too, the cockpit is dressed in decent soft-touch materials and good-looking gauges, aluminum pedals and a proper centre-mounted tachometer inset with a digital speedometer, much like the way Porsche does it. The sport seats in cars with the Sport-tech package wear leather, Alcantara inserts and coloured piping; just don’t expect two adults to fit comfortably in the rear. Heated seats, however, only come with the Sport-tech package, which also adds fog lights, a tasteful body-coloured rear spoiler, dual zone auto climate control and smart key with push-button ignition. Still, the cost of the BRZ with this only option package is $29,295 for the manual and $30,495 for the automatic.

    Yes, the base BRZ does sell for $1,305 more than its twin, the Scion FR-S, but the BRZ includes such standard items as LED lighting, HID headlamps and touchscreen navigation that includes Bluetooth phone and audio. And it was Subaru that did the majority of engine and powertrain development, leaving the styling aspects to Toyota (which owns about 16% of Subaru), so the BRZ’s DNA is more aligned with Subaru.

    Built in Subaru’s Gunma, Japan assembly plant, the BRZ will undoubtedly reveal to the world that Subaru is not just about sensible, all-wheel-drive Outbacks and Legacys. The BRZ will prove that Subaru does indeed have a sexy side, one that doesn’t need a single Sumo wrestler to help sell its cars.


    8:00 am on May 4, 2012
     
  • Austin, Tex. • Having abandoned the entry-level market many years ago — the Caliber was forlorn at best — Dodge is jumping back into the compact sedan segment with a vengeance. The genesis of the 2013 Dodge Dart is the Alfa Romeo Giulietta. This makes it the first fruit of the Fiat/Chrysler collaboration.

    In this instance, the Giulietta’s platform has been modified to accommodate North America’s size requirements. The wheelbase is up 69 millimetres to 2,703 mm and the overall length, at 4,672 mm, is up a substantial 321 mm. It is also marginally wider. In the end, the upsizing delivers a car with ample room. There is plenty of elbow and headroom up front and, as long as the front seats are not fully rearward, decent rear legroom — the inclusion of a central tunnel effectively limits the rear seat to a pair of adults. The cargo capacity, at 13.1 cubic feet, is also up to snuff.

    As with Dodge’s other offerings, the Dart has an expressive design. From the crosshair grille to the rear tail lights house, which are comprised of 152 LEDs, all give the Dart a strong road presence. The same applies to the cabin. The materials are soft to the touch, the layout is excellent and there is plenty of equipment including very supportive front bucket seats. The base SE counts projector headlights, power windows, locks and mirrors and keyless entry. The SXT adds air conditioning, nicer cloth seating and 17-inch wheels, while the Rallye brings cruise control, aluminum wheels and projector fog lamps among other things. The Limited arrives loaded, with everything from Fine Nappa leather upholstery with a heated 10-way driver’s seat to Dodge’s sophisticated Uconnect multi-media centre and its 8.4-inch screen. The range is anchored at the top by the R/T and its sports suspension and larger engine.

    The hitch is the availability of Bluetooth — it is a $425 option on the SE/SXT and costs $350 on the Rallye. It should be standard across the board. Ditto heated seats, which are available only on the Rallye and up.

    Carping aside, the Limited and R/T bring the future to the here and now. The instrumentation is very well conceived and one of the Dart’s highlights. Sitting in the middle of the instrumentation is a large seven-inch screen that’s flanked by two conventional gauges. As the lot is covered in smoked glass, it looks very iPad-ish in its format. The beauty of the design is that it can be configured to suit the driver’s taste. The information in the four corners of the screen can be customized, while the centre section allows the driver to choose one of four different looks for the speedometer. This is the way all future dashboards will be designed because of the clarity of the information and the manner in which it is presented.

    The Dart will be offered with three engines and three transmissions. While the base 2.0-litre engine and the up-level 1.4L Turbo both produce 160 horsepower, the difference is found in the torque output. The base engine twists out 148 pound-feet at 4,600 rpm; the turbo puts forth a much more rewarding 184 lb-ft at 2,500 rpm. The difference is manifold. While the 2.0L engine moves along nicely, it cannot compete with the Turbo. The latter’s launch has more authority and the mid-range moves from acceptable to surprisingly good. Basically, the torque plateau runs from 1,800 to 5,000 rpm, which means there is never a lack of urgency.

    The kicker is that the Turbo’s fuel economy is also better — 4.9 compared with 5.4 litres per 100 kilometres for the 2.0L engine. As such, the blown motor is going to be the engine of choice — it is a $1,300 option on all models except the R/T, which earns a larger 2.4L engine that produces 184 hp and 171 lb-ft of torque. It was not available for testing.

    The transmissions available are the usual six-speed manual and six-speed automatic (a $1,300 option on all but the Limited). With both the base and Turbo engines, these two boxes worked very well. The manual has a clean gate and a refined shift, while the automatic is smooth and willing to kick down when needed. The twist is the availability of a six-speed twin-clutch automated manual with the 1.4L Turbo engine. It promises to spice up the drive and bring the best of both the automated and manual worlds.

    In terms of ride and handling, the Dart is first-rate. Indeed, the ride quality is very polished for an entry-level compact car. It is also surprisingly quiet — wind and tire noise are subdued to the point where neither is an issue. Conversely, there is very little in the way of unwanted body roll. Likewise, the steering is excellent in all regards. The weight is right and the feel is spot on. The combination means the reaction to input is unerring in its precision. There is also a pleasant heft to the steering wheel’s rim. The latter is a small thing, but it added enormously to the manner in which this driver perceived the car right from the get-go. Dynamically, there is not a better car in the segment.

    This is a very well-conceived car. If there was a concern at the introduction, it was the fit and finish. These were pre-production cars and so the final sedans will be better, but there has to be a fairly big step forward in the manner in which the front clip and front fenders line up. Likewise, there needs to be a reduction in the seam gaps on either side of the trunk lid. Dodge says all will be well with the production cars.

    The 2013 Dodge Dart, which launches in July, is priced very competitively. The entry-level SE starts at $15,995 and tops out at $23,245 for the Limited. When the R/T arrives in the fall, it will be priced at $23,995.


    1:00 pm on May 3, 2012
     
  • St. Tropez, France • It may be a myth that Mercedes’ SL alpha-numeric moniker stands for sport und licht — quite literally sporty and light — but it is a legend the company is finally trying to live up to.

    Recent SLs may have been magnificent automobiles, but it’s been a long time — since the 1960s’ SL230/250/280 by my cynical judgment — since “light” and SL fit comfortably in the same sentence. Once the pinnacle of Mercedes’ sporting pretensions, the SL became the very essence of a sports hero gone to seed. Yes, one could still see tell-tale signs of the muscularity underneath, but the overlying layers of fat tended to blunt performance. George Foreman could probably deliver serious whoop-ass to many of the so-called professional heavyweights in boxing today, but his Buddha-like corpulence that we all find so cuddly is a far cry from the Adonis who once prowled rings like a caged cat looking for fresh meat.

    Well, Mercedes has finally taken action and put the SL through the automotive equivalent of Foreman’s Lean Mean Spin Frying machine. For cars — especially cars such as the SL, unwilling to give up even a modicum of their sumptuous luxury — that inevitably means a switch to an aluminum chassis. Indeed, the SL’s underlying framework is now entirely aluminum, the switchover letting Mercedes reduce the weight of the body-in-white (essentially the unibody stripped bare of all accoutrement) by 110 kilograms. That’s a lot of  performance-enhancing, fuel-consumption-improving, corner-flattening avoirdupois shed (the 2013 SL 63 has dropped 125 kg in all) without sacrificing one iota of hedonism. As such, Mercedes can be forgiven for adopting a boastful “win-win” mantra.

    And, like a body builder similarly having to cut up for competition, not only has the SL cut the fat, but it’s bulked up the underlying muscle as well. Gone is the normally aspirated 6.2-litre V8, replaced with the M157 5.5L bi-turbo V8 making its way through all of AMG’s upper-echelon product. Thanks to those twin turbos, there’s now 13 more horsepower (530 in all) and a whopping 125 pound-feet of extra torque.

    If Ron Popeil were selling Foreman’s fryer, he’d be yelling, “But, wait, there’s more,” as Mercedes is also offering a performance kit — as if anything boasting 530 hp and 590 lb-ft or torque really needs a performance kit — that sees those figures boosted to a seriously outlandish 557 ponies and 664 lb-ft.

    I’m not exactly sure who needs all those pound-feet, but I can tell you that I had a whole bunch of fun playing with them in the hills overlooking France’s summer playground. Indeed, the new SL 63 is a mass of contradictions. On one hand, it howls with an almost NASCAR-like bellow whenever the turbochargers get enthusiastic. On the other, it can purr as sweetly as any Mercedes while cruising St. Tropez’s trendy boulevards. It accelerates as if being chased by the very hounds of Hades (Mercedes claims a zero-to-100-kilometres-an-hour time of 4.2 seconds, but it feels faster — much faster).

    The seven-speed MCT transmission shifts so smoothly that butter is no longer an adequate metaphor. In between, it barks through the turbochargers every time the MCT shifts up at 6,000 rpm and glides at 2,000 very silent rpm (well above Canada’s highway speed limits in seventh gear) in equal measure.

    If the SL 63’s performance is a huge step forward — it is coupled with a 30% increase in fuel economy as well — then its handling is a revelation. SLs, even the AMG kind, have always been wayward beasts made partially sporting by a copious infusion of controlling electronics. You could always go fast in the car, but there was always a question of who was in control of your trajectory — you or AMG’s electronic nannies.

    By contrast, the 2013 edition feels as if the basic chassis has gone on a Charles Atlas program, with the electronics along more in a supervisory capacity. Mercedes’ Active Body Control suspension all but eliminates body roll, the “all but” very important, says Tobias Moers, AMG’s director of vehicle development, because, if the car stayed completely flat during hard cornering, it would feel “synthetic,” with little feedback to the driver.

    As is, the SL 63, especially in Sport mode, feels fairly glued to the tarmac, virtually all semblance of Mercedes’ traditional understeer eliminated by the AMG-tuned suspension and revised front steering knuckle, not to mention the AMG-calibrated and adjustable electro-mechanical steering mechanism. Grip from the front P255/35R19 performance radials (there’s P285/35R19s on the rear of the basic SL 63; P285/35R20s on the AMG Performance Studio version I was driving) is so prodigious that even my best efforts at sliding the big Merc were for naught. You’ll run out of bottle before you’ll run out of glue. And the brakes are also up to the task, the 63 coming standard with carbon-ceramic discs and six-piston calipers up front.

    Naturally, this being an AMG-enhanced vehicle, there are other big numbers. In the completely revised — and much more luxurious— cabin, there are 900 watts of ear-bleeding Bang & Olufsen audio system sound available should you be willing to pony up the bucks. Speaking of which, the 2013 SL is likely to cost around the same $166,000 the current version commands. It doesn’t sound like much of a bargain from my lowly demographic, but, considering how much the car has improved, there’s far more bang for the buck.

    Complaints are few. Styling-wise, the new SL is gorgeous from every angle but straight on;  the front end looks just a little too blunt. Blame European safety regulations that protect pedestrians for requiring a greater distance between the hood and the top of the engine to prevent head injury (the hood now acting like a springy air bag). Enhanced safety may be a laudable goal, but there’s no doubt the SL sacrifices some form for this function.

    The other niggle is that the SL, especially in 63 guise, may be becoming a little too complicated for the common person. Besides the Comand computer control system, which seems to have no end of submenus, the buttons controlling engine and chassis performance offer too much choice. Besides the multi-position electronic stability program, there’s the adjustable suspension’s controller and the engine/transmission selector, which offers four options — Comfort (which is also an Eco mode, shutting the engine down at stoplights), Sport, Sport+ and Manual. It’s sometimes hard to tell exactly what all this customization does other than alter shift points.

    You could just do what I did, which was play with the buttons for five minutes until the novelty wore off and then leave it in Sport mode, revelling in all that horsepower and grip. Lightness may not be its own reward, but it sure does bring with it some truly sporty virtues.


    8:00 am on May 3, 2012
     
  • Bobcaygeon, Ont. • Minis, and many of their owners, don’t mind marching to a different beat. These cars have a care-free, fun flavour you feel before you ever slip behind the wheel. Their creators don’t hesitate to step outside the box. Consider the recently introduced Mini Coupe with its reversed ball cap roof, for example. Some love its design — and that’s cool; others hate it — and Mini doesn’t mind one bit.

    The 2012 Mini Roadster, now arriving in dealerships, doesn’t have any issues with its roofline — it looks cute with its top or not. It even comes with a digital gauge that records the amount of time the car runs topless, counting the number of hours and minutes for each top-down drive, as well as accumulating the total exposure over the life of the car. Why? Because it’s a Mini and owners love these offbeat touches.

    I failed to rack up any time on the topless clock during a day of driving the new roadster through the scenic Durham Region to this picturesque town and back to Toronto. It was nothing but cold and rain all day — until I parked my ride back at BMW headquarters and then the sun broke through the clouds. So I can’t say anything about the top-down driving aspects of the Mini Roadster, although an indoor demonstration of the manually operated roof showed it’s a snap to operate. One twist of a hoop handle releases the roof from the windshield header, then you simply flick the top back. It tucks itself behind the twin bucket seats and polished stainless steel rollover hoops, locking securely with a simple push on the framework. No cover is needed as the whole thing fits neatly in the well with a tidy, finished look. The operation takes just a few seconds — and raising the roof is just as easy. A power top is available as a $750 option.

    I can attest, however, to the Mini Roadster’s conduct when the top is up. It was snug and cozy inside, with little trace of wind noise and not a drop of moisture seeping into the surprisingly roomy cabin. I had no issues getting my large frame in or out and there was plenty of room to stretch out my limbs. The toffee leather seats not only looked sharp they were comfortable, too. The automatic climate control kept the interior comfy despite the damp, chilly weather — I never did need to reach for the button to activate the bun warmer.

    Driving with the roof in place did create an issue, however. The wide rear portion of the cloth top produces a large blind spot. After missing a turn on our route, my driving colleague attempted to make a three-point recovery using a nearby laneway. It was almost impossible for either of us to see if the roadway was clear so we could back out safely. It’s not an uncommon problem with convertibles — and, of course, one that disappears when the top goes down.
    As one would expect, the Mini Roadster was a hoot to drive. Even on the damp roads, it carved through corners with confidence, while its speed-sensitive electric power steering was precise and provided decent feedback to the sport steering wheel. In addition to its impressive handling, ride comfort was good despite the car’s relatively short (2,467-millimetre) wheelbase.

    The Roadster is based on the Coupe platform, although the rear shocks and springs have been softened slightly as there’s no need to compensate for rear-seat structure and possible occupants. The Roadster’s rear suspension settings also differ from the four-seat Cabrio’s, which is about 40 kilograms heavier. The Roadster is also fitted with an active rear spoiler that pops up at 80 kilometres an hour and retracts automatically at 60 km/h. It also has a manual release. The spoiler isn’t just there for looks — it is functional, adding about 60 kilograms of downforce on the rear of the car.

    The Roadster is the sixth variant on the original Mini, introduced at the 2001 Detroit auto show. The hatchback continues to be the brand’s top seller, although the Countryman has rapidly become the second pillar in the lineup. Its all-wheel-drive feature has been especially popular with Canadian buyers, so don’t be surprised to see it offered in new models coming to our shores in the next year or so.

    The Roadster is more of a niche product, although Mini expects its sales volume will be comparable with the Cabrio’s. The company expects the Roadster’s prime competitor will be the 167-horsepower Mazda MX-5, which starts at $28,995. The Roadster lineup of three models has a comparable base price of $28,900. All three are powered by Mini’s peppy 1.6-litre four-cylinder engine with direct fuel injection and variable valve management.

    The base Cooper Roadster gets a naturally aspirated version that generates 121 horsepower at 6,000 rpm and 114 pound-feet of torque at 4,250 rpm. That output enables the Roadster to scoot to 100 km/h in 9.2 seconds. Its consumption of premium fuel is rated at 7.4 litres per 100 km in city driving and 5.7 on the highway with the smooth-shifting six-speed manual transmission. (A six-speed automatic is also available.) If you step up to the Cooper S ($32,900), a twin-scroll turbocharger is added to the four-banger, boosting output to 181 hp at 5,500 rpm and 177 ft-lb of torque that kicks in at just 1,600 rpm. This performance upgrade cuts the launch time to 100 km/h to seven seconds (preliminary). Combined fuel consumption is 6.7 L/100 km (7.6 city and 5.6 highway).

    The ultimate performance variant is the John Cooper Works edition, which enhances the turbocharged four-cylinder with a host of tweaks lifted from Mini’s motorsports program. The result is an output of 208 hp at 6,000 rpm and 192 ft.-lb. of torque starting at 1,850 rpm. The JCW Roadster zips to 100 km/h in just 6.5 seconds. It’s rated at 8.2 L/100 km in city driving and 6.0 L/100 km on the open road.

    Standard features on all Roadsters include dynamic stability control, parking assist, air conditioning and an audio system with an MP3-compatible CD player and auxiliary input.

    I’ll readily admit I’m not a fan of the Coupe’s ball-cap look, but I’d hug the new Roadster in a heartbeat.


    1:00 pm on May 1, 2012