Future - that sounds exciting. But we want to go there really a car enthusiast? Saving systems, fuel-price profiteering, speed limit ... unvergnuglich pretty! Then back to the past rather than "driving pleasure" is not a promotional formula and was able to distinguish the men from the boys by the number of mosquitoes that were glued to her side window. Movie hero Marty McFly took in 1985 for his trip through the decades, a DeLorean with a flux capacitor. The time machine today called Toyota GT 86 and the BMW 125i coupe. The latter beams us back to the glory days of the normally aspirated engine. Those were the days! Turbocharger, the engine displacement to force midgets dwarfs inflating, were considered the devil's work. Power came from large displacements and high speeds.
One of the last of its kind: the BMW 125i is the drive on a free-sucking in-line six cylinder.
And then when the pistons in six cylinders arranged in a row and raced down the happiness was perfect. BMW begrudge us this fun yet, but not for long. The naturally aspirated six-cylinder is requested at the Munchenern on the decline, climate change victims. Too bad. The 125i coupe should the blue and white classic, the song of refinement with delicate enamel sing again. If this storybook engine can trot with each crankshaft rotation another of his 218 horses, then froths the enthusiasm of the experts about how a glass of wheat beer eingeschenkten hastily. Consumption? Oh yes. Here, the "Old School" drive is surprisingly contemporary. Downsizing? What about? A test average of 8.7 liters per 100 km is worth in this league performance in order. Even if the Toyota at 8.1 liters can be better. The GT 86, the less the engine, the nostalgic memories of growing calls when the cockpit
Time capsule: At work recalls the Toyota GT 86 in many details to the 1990s.
"Welcome to the '90s," she seems to call to the rugged landscape of the valves glowing red digital clock and the pseudo-carbon, that sounds like a hollow at the tap test leergefutterte sushi box. Once the seats of the body like a vise to heckle, but he is forgotten, the forced, in every new car must be soft foamed surface pat. It goes without premium entertainment to the fingertips. It's easy to appreciate simplicity, especially for a sports car. The BMW is the perceived antithesis to the rustic charm of retro Nippon-Racers. A fine spirit which works in spite of dickwulstigen leather steering wheel, which breaks one literally out of the hands, and despite the driver-focused cockpit compared to the GT 86 almost like a woman's car: blur, mild emphasis on comfort. What is wrong of course it does. Also, real men have their fun in the 1st, when they bite with the carefully balanced steering into the curve at the apex of press out of the grip strong hindquarters reestablish and with diligent use of the fast-shifting six-speed gearbox at the edge of the red scale, the lasso after the last horse-power.
The Ultimate Driving Machine? Undoubtedly, not too tight. But tamed and foolproof. Housewife or heater - the BMW is clearly everyone. The Toyota has a direct, wild, male. And harder. With its length of 4.24 meters and 1.78 meters wide, it holds - as well as similar celebration of the 1 - a true sports car, high core virtue: the compact format. While many who consider themselves to, now difficult to carry on welfare Speck and his succeeding to the glue piece on narrow country roads even in the way, the GT sweeps 86 around the corners as you would not be long in this class experienced has. What autotesters legend Fritz B. Busch has once sealed the Jaguar E-Type, must be repeated here on a specific occasion: "I do not drive cars, but my butt has wheels."
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