The Discovery Sport will get the option of JLR's Ingenium engines before the end of the year
MONDAY - Needed a conveyance for a quick sprint to the south coast, so I clambered into a handy new Land Rover Discovery Sport – the one powered by what people have been inclined to call “the old engine”.
The 2.2-litre Ford-PSA diesel may be getting long in the tooth but it was as good as ever: flexible, quiet, long-legged and torquey.
Its main disadvantage is that it will probably turn out to be thirstier than Jaguar Land Rover’s new Ingenium engines, which will go into the Discovery Sport before the year’s end.
But given that I returned to the office after 120 miles with 40mpg showing on the trip computer, I don’t believe the practical advantage will change the world. The new engine will help company car sales, of course, but the old one looks like being a bit of a star on the secondhand market.
The rest of the car? Its steering and handling are terrific – miles better than the Freelander ever was and better even than the much pricier Range Rover Sport I’ve been driving. Biggest fault I could find was a knobbly low-speed ride – partly attributable, possibly, to the 19in wheels – but it’s excusable in my mind because the handling’s so great.
This may be the everyman Landie, but I reckon its chassis is the most sophisticated yet.
TUESDAY - As a former McLaren ‘owner’ – remember our 12C long-termer a couple of summers ago? – can I just say how much I approve of the new 570S, first of the marque’s new entry-level Sports Series? When it was first announced that there would be three tiers of McLarens using the same twin-turbocharged V8 engine and carbonfibre tub, I couldn’t see how the range could offer enough variety. Now it looks far more plausible.
Having said that, even if I were in the P1 bracket, I reckon I’d still choose the new £145k 570S from all of them because, to my eye, it’s the nicest car yet. But then, people always make such remarks when they don’t know what it feels like to be rich.
WEDNESDAY - Jeremy Clarkson is a goner from Top Gear, which, I must say, strikes me as an enormous shame.
For days after the announcement, Tweetosphere was chock-a-block with HR-minded experts insisting that anyone who dots a colleague in the workplace deserves the bullet, and he probably does, but I still see Clarkie’s demise as a matter of tremendous regret. I hope that he turns up somewhere prominent and appropriate to his talents.
THURSDAY - Woke up last night after dreaming that the all-rust, barn-find Porsche 356 sold by Bonhams at Goodwood for a staggering £32,200 had fallen in half as it was loaded onto a trailer.
It was listed in the catalogue at £10,000 to £15,000, with no reserve, but occasion-crazed buyers bid it into the stratosphere. Strikes me that classic car prices are getting as stupid as they were in the early 1990s, when you could buy a Ferrari out of The Sunday Times at the weekend and turn a profit on it a month later.
Modern cars like the Volkwagen Golf R, deemed to be pricey by some, have never looked better value.
FRIDAY - A drive in What Car?’s three-door Vauxhall Corsa makes me especially pleased about GM Europe’s decision to keep this bodystyle for its supermini, when so many others are making five-doors only. It’s a 1.0-litre three-cylinder example, and your eye reads it as a sophisticated little coupé. The three-pot engine hasn’t reviewed quite as well as Ford’s 1.0-litre triple, but it’s a long, long way ahead of the four-cylinder engines that used to power cars like this – to the extent that anything in the patch with a four now operates at a disadvantage.