Originally posted by golfyvic
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"...so I started to play with all the buttons. There’s one, near the gearlever, which is marked with the letter W. Push it and a small light illuminates, but that’s all.
All the way to Salisbury I prodded it, trying to find out what it did, until I became so desperate I actually pulled over and broke the first rule of manliness. I opened the glove box and — take a deep breath — took out the handbook.
You want to know something weird? There was no mention of the W button in there. I think it’s just been fitted to keep people occupied on long journeys..."
"...and then there was the truly woeful engine. It’s all very well having direct petrol injection and a supercharger to fill in the black hole while the turbo girds its loins: this is clever, but my God it’s jerky.
In the GT (power's) delivered with the smoothness of someone in a wheelchair falling down some stairs.
And where’s the power? If you’re going to stick GT badges on a car and claim it delivers 168bhp, then kindly give us some oomph to match. Time and again I had to change down on hills, and once, with my foot welded to the floor, I was overtaken by a Mercedes van.
The worst thing, though, is that the GT TSI fails to do any of the things that you might reasonably expect from a car. It doesn’t make the journey fun. It doesn’t isolate you from the sensation of travel. And it isn’t especially cheap. By the time I arrived in Falmouth I was fairly ready to push it into the sea.
The following day, after a seven-hour drive back to London, up the M5 and along the M4, I decided that it was one of the five worst cars I’d ever driven."
RTFM, Jeremy!

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