What’s in a name? Everything. And no sports car in the last 10 years has had a better name than the Lotus Exige. I don’t know what it means, or to what it refers, but I know it sounds right. The instant visual connection it conjures when someone utters the word is uncanny.
Hard-top Elise with pumped arches and eat-my-shorts rear wing. Three-fifths group C racer. I was certain that when Lotus decided to do the same to the Mk2 Elise a year ago, it could only ever be called an Exige once more.
But then a great name also serves to signify a known character, as much as provide seamless visual recognition. And in this case, having just driven it, I’m not quite so sure that this car should be called an Exige after all. Yes, the café-racer inspiration remains, but Exige Two offers a very different driving experience. Foreign words have crept into the description book: comfort, anti-lock, servo-assistance. Even usability. Gulp.
For me, 12 months running an original car merely served to confirm just how extreme the Exige was. It deafened, lightly griddled and perpetually bashed my body into submission, and I was completely addicted to its charms. On two counts it was unbeatable at the time: you had to spend 10 times as much to get more people looking at you, and the track performance was superb because, mechanically, it was a significant step on from the Mk1 Elise. Somehow it felt very Italian: prone to the odd breakdown, but so full of character you always forgave it.
The new Exige does answer one question about the original car’s styling – was it the extra width or the aggressive spoiler treatment that really did the business? It was definitely those flared arches because Exige Two simply doesn’t have the same circuit-refugee look. Wider front arches cover the 195/50 front Yokohamas, but the rear track and body width are shared with the Elise.
A new front splitter and rather petite rear wing bring around 45kg of downforce at 100mph and the engine bay snorkels air through a slightly clumsy-looking set of side air intakes and a lovely roof-top air box. From the moment you first see it the name doesn’t fit the face and I could only think of it as one thing: an Elise Coupé.