Most supercars take weeks to get used to. Heart-attack spins, near misses and cold sweats are part of the terrifying learning curve.
Mind you, pounds 58k is a big shout and all I could manage was a ravenous 23 mpg.This four-seater cabriolet, with its folding metal roof and decent boot, demands nothing yet rewards with spine-tingling velocity. But unlike all those unwieldy lambos and Ferraris, it can slip into a space at asda and laugh at speed bumps.That's why so many get twisted and thumped.But the BMW M3 Convertible comes with giant-killing performance and school-run docility. Five minutes from the showroom and you're hammering to 60 in less than five seconds, like you're slipstreaming Jenson Button. everybody needs to drive an M3.WHO'D DRIVE IT? The discerning few teCh File engine 3,999cc V8 POWeR 414bhp 0-60 4.9 MAX 155 PRiCe pounds 58,690 in A WORD Restrained rocketBut that's a fraction of the price you'll pay for something Italianate which, when roused, usually measures its mpg in single figures.Those Who Know will nod approvingly, because the M3 is major league wheels.Never have I driven a car that's so fearsomely fast yet indulgently forgiving.The 4.0 V8 and seven-speed DCT gearbox provide tarmac-tearing heave and automatic throttle blipping. Just sit, let a slew of clever computers flatter your driving and listen to an engine note like a NasCaR racer.Fiddle with some buttons and you can really go mental and reprogram your suspension and gearbox shift speeds to squeeze every millisecond from the 414bhp.
WHO'D DRIVE IT? The discerning few teCh File engine 3,999cc V8 POWeR 414bhp 0-60 4.9 MAX 155 PRiCe pounds 58,690 in A WORD Restrained rocket
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