Prior to borrowing Renault’s immaculate Clio V6, I’d seen one on the road three times. Once on the M25 near Brentwood; once was, I think, on the A243 going past Chessington World of Adventures, and the other time it was Renault’s own car again on an earlier visit to Autocar HQ.
Anecdotally, then, they’re rare. And rare in fact too because according to the internet, less than 250 were registered in the UK last year. Which means you’ve got more chance of coming across a Ferrari 599 GTB.
Rarity has a way of making something covetable of course, yet that hardly accounts for all the affection lavished on the car by passers-by. Yes, it’s still a sight to see - nearly ten years spent off the shelf has not made the bulging arches or sills seem any less outlandish - but I prefer to think all the smiles and thumbs-up are a salute to the outright silliness (and therefore, innate brilliance) of the thing.
Ripping up and rebuilding the humble Clio as mid-engined, rear drive coupe still feels like the automotive equivalent of motorizing a pogo stick: it was fine before, fun even - it’s now unapologetically bonkers. And all the better for it. To drive, the V6 remains a singular steer: possessing an almost unique combination of an unweighted nose, dinky wheelbase, low weight, slow steering and a 252bhp powered, pre-loaded backend. I owned a 172 Cup of the same vintage, and the similarities end at the dash layout.