Daihatsu Copen – Carp in the pike pond
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Summary
Mini dimensions and maxi revs, a wicked turbo bite and one of the friendliest car faces of all time – the Daihatsu Copen impressively demonstrates that a tame concept can be turned into a pretty wild car. This driving report explains why the small folding roof convertible is nowhere near as sweet and cuddly as it looks.
This article contains the following chapters
- A Japanese specialty
- Downsized to scale
- Turbo and revs
- The non-turbo long-stroke engine
- A rare pleasure
Estimated reading time: 8min
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The Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution behind us is calling the challenge. On the only straight on this winding mountain road that is just long enough to justify this designation, it has caught up with a large surplus and is now sniffing nervously at our exhaust with its radiator grille. Fifty is the speed limit and fifty is what we drive. An ordinary driver in an ordinary car couldn't be expected to do much more here. But luckily we're not in an ordinary car. A glance at the passenger. He nods. Back into second gear and slam the pedal under the right foot to the floor. The turbocharger suddenly gets going; the rev counter needle flies towards 9000. Slam left, third gear, slam right again, and on we go. In the meantime, we have exceeded the permitted speed by more than half. The twin exhaust in the middle emits with a snotty sound what the turbine wheel was unable to process; the blow-off valve gasps in horror at every lurch of the throttle that pushes the rear end outwards before a bend.
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