HIS TRIO does not exactly look like the makings of your classic three-car comparison. Maybe it’s better to look at this as a get-to-know-you session with three of the hottest new hardcharging performance cars. The good news is we’re not talking ultra-exclusive limited-edition vehicles with astronomical price tags. In a fast-changing automotive world dominated by digitalisation, autonomous driving and alternative powerplants, here are three respected drivers’ cars that blend heritage and innovation, ability and relative affordability.
There are three chassis layouts here, the engines all turbocharged. We could moan about the departure of the sharply tuned naturally-aspirated engine, but instead let us focus on what we aim to discover. More efficient and more potent than their predecessors, does this trio retain their respective mojos? Does rearwheel drive remain a more rewarding configuration than adaptive all-wheel drive? Are six cylinders still more desirable than four? For optimum handling T and performance, should the engine be positioned midship or in the front? Is a north-south layout preferable to an east-west? Does the manual gearbox remain more involving than a paddle-shift? What exactly is the role played by the different brand images and body style?
Uniquely, the Porsche retains a time-honoured starting strategy: a key inserted adjacent of the steering column. Fired up, this new boxer fourcylinder lets you know it’s awake, especially in Sport with the top down and with the two-tone exhaust set to blare. Give it some stick and listen as the 2.5-litre unit spins smoothly, perfectly linear but also strangely monosyllabic. Redlined at 7500rpm, it only takes 6500rpm to round up all 257kW in ‘S’ guise. While the torque curve of the previous atmo flat-six rose gently like the backrest of granddad’s lounge chair, the twist curve of the new turbo four is as flat as a floor.
Between 1900-4500rpm, there’s 420Nm to play with.
The Ford’s 2.3-litre Ecoboost engine matches the Porsche’s power, but it torques more. Not only does it belt out a beefier 440Nm at 2000rpm, it adds a 15-second 30Nm full-throttle overboost bonus. The previous-generation 2.5-litre five-cylinder was more rustic, less refined, louder, and softer off-boost. The new four-pot is flexible enough to cruise along at
80km/h in sixth yet aggressive enough to chase BMWs and Porsches at the word go. Having said that, the manual transmission could do with shorter throws, the throttle response in Track mode is scarily skittish, and the fake lift-off misfiring of all three cars is just as embarrassing as the throttle blipping during downshifts, not to mention the nuisance of squaring off the bottom of the steering-wheels.
Our M2 is gothic black inside and out; even the 19-inch wheels are as dark as a night shift in a coal mine. Just about every detail you see here is included in the generous standard specification. Under the bonnet is a turbocharged 272kW 3.0-litre straight six. The double-clutch transmission is nice to have, but only if the owner is committed to plucking gears themselves. Upshifts are particularly rewarding in DSC Sport.
True, six cylinders are not automatically beefier and more powerful than four, but they often sound more special and run more smoothly due to a special deal struck between the inertia forces and exhaust pulsing. Assisted by its relatively large capacity, the BMW engine needs only 1450rpm to load up its M differential (borrowed from the M4) with 465Nm, or a full 500Nm on overboost.
According to Porsche, the new Boxster’s throttle response is every bit as brisk as the pre-718 models.
According to our test car, however, there is still room for improvement: turbo lag remains an issue despite the variable-geometry turbo, a loose bypass valve and a reprogrammed black box. Flooring the loud pedal at 2000rpm in fourth creates a momentary blackout followed by a highly energetic kick in the rear.
One possible explanation is the long and complex intake system put under pressure by a solitary turbo positioned in the centre of the pile of pipes. Fuel economy? It’s a clear improvement over last year’s vintage, with an official number in the same ball park as M2 and RS, though all three become heavy drinkers under duress.
It’s on challenging roads the Focus RS is completely in its element. It may lose a couple of tenths to the M2 and the 718 Boxster S during acceleration runs, but given a long enough stretch of twisties, it carves out a small lead. Still, to beat the Ford against the stopwatch, both the BMW and the Porsche need the
optional extra-fast dual-clutch transmissions which lose almost no drive during flat-out upshifts, and on the road both Germans are up against it to stay with the frisky five-door.
Yes, this hatchback is a remarkable piece of kit in more ways than one. It owes much of its character to the adaptive all-wheel drive system which addresses each wheel individually. Other sporty AWD models are perfectly happy with only a modest torque bias to the rear, but the RS can send up to 70 per cent of the twist to the tail and, widely reported, even has a ‘Drift’ mode. It’s an adventurous type of AWD system that encourages you to swat flies with the side windows.
What the Ford lacks is a mix-and-match drive mode configuration. As it is, only Normal warrants the most comfortable damper setting, the most relaxed throttle response and the most laid back steering calibration. Drift permits lairiness, but it does so only in combination with a nervous tip-in/tip-out behaviour and jerky steering. The ability to mix from the menu would be nice.
Next, the M2. No, the BMW is not a role model for comfort and compliance either. Its stiff shock absorbers are of the one-size-fits-all kind, the springs are spiralshaped railway tracks and the standard 19-inch Pilot Super Sports are every bit as uncompromising as the slightly narrower Michelins fitted to the Ford and the extra-cost 20-inch P Zeros our Boxster S is equipped with. Over the really rough stuff, the edgy here-thereand- everywhere BMW is hard work. But what do you expect from a rebodied short-wheelbase M4 clone? As soon as it finds smoother ground, the M2 morphs into a precise and responsive corner-carver.
From behind the steering-wheel, the RS looks like a tarted up Avis or Hertz-type Focus and the M2 has similarly fleet-and-family familiarity, but the Boxster is special. The driving position is bang-on, though the merits of the lava orange paintwork over black-brown interior trim are debatable. Porsche’s options list is extensive, our test car carrying a torque-vectoring mechanical diff lock, PASM sport suspension, Servotronic-plus steering, those 20s, carbon ceramic brakes and a two-tone exhaust, to name only the most obvious temptations. Even though this specification clearly favours the sports side of the car’s character, the ride is better than expected. Long undulations are no
problem at all, transverse irritations don’t upset things and low-speed ripples and potholes don’t destroy the composure. Although the three candidates are separated by mere nuances, the Porsche’s suspension is marginally less brusque.
Unlike the M2 and the Boxster, the Focus RS isn’t overly dependent on tyre temp to display good manners. The handling accurately reflects the vehicle’s DNA: neutral at the limit and stable at speed. Sounds a tad uninspiring, but it’s not. The weight of the steering works in perfect synchronicity with the torque flow and the chassis movements. While the all-wheel drive chassis displays its talents, the engine is as punchy and controlled as a slo-mo time bomb. Think we’re waxing lyrical here? Hop out and take a whiff – that’s what a hard-working car should smell like.
Unlike the 1 Series M coupé, where a lack of downforce threatened to lift the front skirt at speed, the M2 tends to rest deep within itself. Sudden lane changes? No worries. Emergency braking manoeuvre on the autobahn? This car has a life insurance contract signed with brake dust and rubber marbles. Gearing?
Long enough for economy, short enough to summon fifth at 200km/h. Noise? Yes, and plenty of it, but not as intense as under the awning of the Boxster. It sounds good, too.
Unlike Porsche, which doesn’t believe in variablerate steering boxes, BMW and Ford will happily adjust effort and response. The M2 feels well planted at all times, the feedback through the helm is consistently meaty, the cogs are tuned for promptness and precision, and its enhanced lightness fades at just above walking speed. But as soon as the friction coefficient drops, the four-seater coupé becomes much more of a handful as it struggles for grip.
As expected, the specs-on-paper would not yield a winner here. We’re not comparing rear seat space nor how-many-kays-per-tank. Cars such as these are about passion and punch and we’re open to emotional persuasions, prepared to let design and prestige influence the verdict, to put the feel-good factor on its pedestal.
Maybe the final shootout can be postponed for a moment to let us look at alternatives. For far less than our rear-drive contenders, any Ford dealer would happily sell you a Mustang, complete with V8 drawl,
but that’s a hopeless proposal for roads that require pinpoint handling. Porsche fans might want to hold on to their wallet until August when the new 718 Cayman arrives. For the first time, the mid-rig coupé will be priced below the roadster, which suggests a sharper sticker than now. Perhaps even more enticing is an old-style Boxster GTS powered by that old-school flat six. The BMW fraternity may be tempted by the M235i, be it a fixed-head or a drop-top, but nostalgics may even consider a low-kay V8-engined M3.
The Porsche really is two cars in one, with two perfectly useable luggage compartments, beautiful build quality, great appearance – it’s generally hard to fault. It collects plenty of street cred points; it is the quickest and fastest contender here; it has the sweetest steering and absolutely indestructible brakes. As far as the stats go, the four-cylinder engine ticks all the right boxes. So if money is no object and you have never before tried – and been enthralled by – a flat six, the Boxster could have your name written all over it.
In essence, the M2 is the successor to the M3 – chuckable, rowdy, temperamental. In some ways, it has the best pub cred, winning the smoke signals-perkay ranking and the drift-king medal.
That the Focus RS has the roomiest cabin and the biggest boot doesn’t even enter this equation. What makes the heart beat that little faster for the Ford is the keen price tag (10 points), that special Q-car surprise factor (20 points) and the admirable level of dynamic competence (70 points).
We have no doubt at all that Henry’s finest this side of the GT supercar has what it takes to play the game at the same high level as Boxster S and M2. M