Morgan Plus 8 50th Anniversary Edition 2018 review

What you’re looking at here is an Aero 8 attending a retro-themed Plus 8 fancy dress party that’s been going on since 2012. It has the Aero 8’s bonded, riveted aluminium chassis, and while its 4.8-litre motor is a V8, it’s supplied by BMW.

So there’s no ash frame, nor even sliding pillar front suspension. It’s all far more modern than that. Then again, a new Porsche 911 is probably even less closely related to an original, so maybe nobody cares. And the Plus 8 certainly feels suitably aged.

In fact, whether by design or not, at times it feels absolutely ancient. The door handles are the same as those on my elderly Land Rover and the primary dials are all but illegible at speed.

The tub may be made in a relatively modern way, but it still wobbles like a custard tart over potholes, while the steering flies in the face of the modern vogue for ultra-aggressive off-centre response: turn the Plus 8’s wheel and you’ll be shocked by how little happens at first.

Oh, and the brakes are overservoed, there’s no storage space for anything on board, nor any luggage space, the modern BMW column stalks look ridiculous in here and if you’re going to take the Speedster on a motorway, you’ll look ridiculous, too, because unless you’re insane, you’ll have a full-face crash hat protecting your bonce, if not your dignity.

And yet. I’m not that sensitive to a car’s appearance because I’m always more interested in how it drives, but in this spec, even I can see the Plus 8 looks fabulous.

Low, wide and with something of the vintage hot-rod about it, its shape suggests a certain kind of rarefied driving experience, something more physical, challenging and engaging than the modern norm. I already knew it would be terribly flawed because I’ve not driven a Morgan that wasn't, but did that make me want to drive it any less? On the contrary.

Besides, let’s not forget what’s in front of us here, namely an 1100kg sports car directing the power of a 4.8-litre V8 motor through a manual gearbox (an automatic is available, but why would you?) to the rear wheels alone. If someone published that spec as a prospectus for a brand new sports car, we’d all be leaping around the room with excitement.

The Plus 8 is one of those cars whose character is derived not from what it does well, but from what it does badly. And it's nothing if not involving as a result.

But what I like most about this final Plus 8 is that it knows what it is. It’s not pretending to be a track-day warrior any more than it might try to con you into thinking it’s an everyday car. It's an honest, back-to-basics, roadgoing sports car, and if you don’t try to force upon it roles it was never designed to do, it will not disappoint.

In short, if you take it at face value, there’s still a lot of fun to be had here. But £129,000-worth of fun? Not for me, but I’m not the target audience.