The BMW i8. Not so much a review, more a first impressions!
When I read the first announcement of the car I thought ?That's cool? and immediately went back to eating cake. Cake is good. After the cars launch I watched a few of the press reviews and figured they were probably accurate when they said the steering was a bit numb and it wasn't very playful. I never really expected to get the opportunity to drive one, so when I got that opportunity, I took it!
I showed up to the meeting point in a 1988 BMW 318i (E30) with worn cams so it won't rev over 5k rpm. It was loaned to me by Beni for a few months (
see thread) as I don't have my own car right now and need a car to travel around to look at cars, because yo dawg. It seemed appropriate to bring along the beater as I don't think I would get another opportunity to take a photo with it and a ?150,000+ BMW i8.
After taking some pictures, talked a bit about the car and watched every single person walking past take photos and staring at the i8, I jumped back into the 318i and we headed to Tim's house to drop off the 318, pick up his Z4 2.5si and go for a cruise.
I climbed into the passenger seat, closed the door and we were off in a quiet whir. First stop a place to get some pictures of the i8 with the Z4. It drives around town like any other modern sports car only a bit quieter, the battery charge was fairly low so the engine was periodically turning itself on to keep the car alive. There is noticeably a lot of torque which makes driving effortless around town, if you want to shoot past someone to grab that gap, you can, it just goes!
After a fuel stop for the Z4 we head off on the tour, Dins flicks the car into sport mode and hits the accelerator, it seems quick, but not astonishingly so. Then we got to an empty side road Dins stops to see if we could do a launch control start, but not knowing how to engage it he just turned all the electronic nannys off, held his foot on the brake gave it a bit of gas, then lifted off the brake and nailed it.
?Holy s**t? I say, ?That was insane! It just keeps pulling!? Less than convinced that it is that fast, Dins did another launch and I gave the same reaction. A bit of discussion and Dins seems fairly unconvinced that it is ?that? fast, at this point I asked ?can I have a go??.
We pull over to swap seats and I take the wheel of the most expensive car I have ever driven. I pull out onto road letting the Z4 get a good distance before flipping to sport mode and stamping on the throttle. I almost feel let down at this point, it doesn't feel fast... I look at the heads up display reading somewhere in the region of 150 before lifting off, when suddenly ?Holy s**t? comes from the passenger seat ?it feels so much faster from here? said Dins, I immediately agreed that it didn't feel overly quick from the drivers seat, fast, but not mind-bendingly so.
Onto the autobahn I drive, the laser lights piercing the night like Cupid's arrow pierces the hearts of millions, that wonderful circle white sign with 5 black lines through it appears and off into the night shoots the Z4. I stick the i8 into sport mode, the dash changes to red and I flick the left paddle a few, dropping down the gears listening to the wonderful auto-blip of the turbo three-banger. I feed in the power smoothly. We begin accelerating. I make sure to short shift just before the redline so we get the wonderful but synthetic farting noises modern cars make, and soon we catch and pass the Z4. It all seems so effortless, I feel the cars acceleration stop so I look down and see the speedo stuck at 250kmph, the electronically limited top-speed.
Up ahead I see all lanes full of cars, I have to back off. The road clears up again and I pull up next to the Z4, I wait for Tim to put his foot down, he pulls ahead slightly before I do the same, immediately passing him and heading towards the top speed, again.
I let the Z4 get back into radio range so we can organise our next driver swap, we pull off the autobahn and find a place to stop. I get out of the car and try to process everything. I get handed the keys to the Z4 and Tim jumps into the passenger seat of the i8 and I will now get to drive the Z4. But that's a story for another day.
After driving the i8, then the Z4, I got back into the sub ?1000 318i with it's clattery engine, useless interior lights, terrible headlights, no power steering and nearly devoid of power I realised something. Old cars are better. Their quirks, rattles, special ways of starting and driving them that only you know. It turns the machine into something more than just a tool, something that you care about not just because of monetary value, it becomes a family member and that's what I want in my cars.