Life with the Scirocco R has been a hoot, albeit a confusing one. Day-in and day-out, the little Candy White weapon has been an honest and truly entertaining steed. Not once has it failed to raise a smile as I walk up to it and slide into the sexy yet simple interior.
Yes, the doors are still huge. Yes, the visibility through the side mirrors is not great. But who cares? The engine is excellent and, accompanied by entertaining DSG burps as it changes gear, has a lovely swish-and-woosh turbo feel to it. It’s raspy and seemingly has so much in reserve. Over and over again it delivers up a super effective, creamy and fluid wave of power.
It’s more than taut enough when I’m really on it, cornering eagerly at – let’s say ‘ambitious’ – apex speeds as well as offering the occasional tail waggle. I’ve been keeping the inputs smooth though as it doesn’t like to be unduly manhandled. The gearbox is so good in manual mode that I find myself wanting bigger paddles on the back of the steering wheel, and hardly ever drop the car into auto. The aftermarket industry offers paddle extensions, but as this car isn’t actually ours, we’ll hold off on fitting them. Hint hint VW…
Now, what’s this confusion I mentioned at the beginning? This is a strange thing to say given the wealth of automotive sexiness that’s breezed through crankandpiston towers, but the Scirocco R negates the need for anything else. Yes, it’s front wheel drive, but this is daily driving and a commuting tool, so there’s no need for tail-wagging activities.
So, as someone looking to buy a new machine, is there no need to look at the heavy, high power set? Probably not, and only the forthcoming Toyota FT 86 is causing me to wait. While I wait for the Toyota, I’ll continue trying to find fault with the Scirocco R. But as you can tell, so far that’s proving difficult.