Mazda6 MPS
Jeremy Clarkson
A lucky strike to set Marks & Sparks flying





If we travel back in time to 1973 we discover that the album chart in Britain was dominated by Elton John, Rod Stewart, Slade and er . . . Gilbert O’Sullivan. So, anyone seeking to enjoy some success in the music industry would probably avoid pinning their hopes on a cheesecloth bloke with a glockenspiel.

That, however, is exactly what Richard Branson did with Mike Oldfield and Tubular Bells. Was that skill? I don’t think so.

Huge acres of newsprint are used up every day explaining that running a business is as complicated and as difficult as rocket science. It isn’t. It’s 3% hard work and 97% pure, blind luck.

I bring this up because I’ve just read a story in the Media section of The Guardian about a woman who took over the job of running ITV’s daytime scheduling. Great. But within about five minutes Noel Edmonds had arrived on the other side with a barn full of boxes.

I have no idea what ITV runs at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. It’s probably a fattish woman with a regional accent slamming doors and shouting “I don’t get it” as the bailiffs remove her three-piece suite. But it doesn’t matter. The old and the unemployed have fallen in love with Deal or No Deal. And there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it.

Which brings me on to Noel Edmonds. I presume that over the past few years countless job offers have fallen through the man’s letter box. I bet there were proposals to do shows about cheese, road safety, Keith Chegwin, and lots of ideas involving Mr Blobby. I bet there were also invitations to live in the jungle and eat Tony Blackburn.

But for some extraordinary reason he suddenly said yes when asked to do a quiz show that requires no skill at all on the part of the contestants. They aren’t even asked to open their own boxes. And it earned him a Bafta nomination. So does this demonstrate that His Noeliness has some kind of crystal ball in his head? Or that he’s a lucky bastard? Then you have Tony Blair . . . who isn’t. He and his team work out precisely what he will say about forthcoming events, completely oblivious to the fact that the nation is being swamped with Hungarian paedophiles and that his deputy is bouncing up and down on a gobby secretary.

All of this brings me neatly to the door of Marks & Spencer’s flagship store in Oxford Street. Or, as it’s now called “Your M&S”.

I’m not joking. To try and breathe a bit of life into what’s seen as a rather lacklustre brand, they’ve changed the name.


But neither of these things appeal. And nor do their sandwiches. I tried one once and it was horrid. Like licking the butt cheeks of a sheep
Apparently, in recent years Marks & Sparks have tried all manner of things to stay afloat. They’ve dressed lots of sultry women up in lacy pants and put them in bus shelters.

They’ve told us all about their avocado and raspberry sandwiches and they’ve sought to reassure my mother she can still go there for a well-made, well-priced fawn cardigan.

But do you know something strange. I have never once, in 46 years, ever bought anything from Mr Marks or Mr Spencer. Of course, people have bought me M&S pants and socks, but I have never been into one of the stores and come out on the other side with a bag of goodies.

Why? Well, I’m not sure what they sell, if I’m honest. I’m aware they do cardigans for ladies who are old, and thongs for those who aren’t. But neither of these things appeal. And nor do their sandwiches. I tried one once and it was horrid. Like licking the butt cheeks of a sheep.

So that’s that. Whenever I “want” to buy something, I go to a Bang & Olufsen shop. And whenever I “have” to buy something, I go to Selfridges. Marks & Spencer is not on my radar.

And changing the name to “Your M&S” won’t make a ha’p’orth of difference. In fact, if anything, it’ll make me less inclined to go inside because it smacks of desperation. You can smell the fear in the boardroom. The sense that they’ve tried pushing the pants and the cardies and the sarnies and nothing’s worked so now they’re changing the name and, get this, writing it in a Media Guardian typeface.

Well, I’m sorry but that’s like Noel Edmonds getting back into the world of television by changing his name to Ant’n’Dec. It’s like Tony Blair getting out of his hole by saying he’s now called David Cameron (which I sometimes think he has).

A name change is no good. So I offer a free piece of advice today to the chaps in charge of Marks & Your S. Have a very good look at the new Mazda6 MPS.

At first glance, it appears to be nothing more than a rather lacklustre Korean saloon car. It even has the de rigueur Pacific Rim plastic radiator grille. A little something that bathes the package in an air of cheap nondescriptness.

Inside, it’s a similar story. It’s not ugly by any means and it isn’t badly made or laid out either. But there isn’t a single feature that causes you to stop in your tracks and say “Wow”.

So, if for some reason, you didn’t want a BMW 3-series, or an Audi A4, or a Mercedes C-class, or a baby Lexus, or an Alfa Romeo 159 or a Saab or a Volvo, there’s nothing here to cause even a momentary flutter of the left eyebrow.

You will certainly be more tempted to have a look at the new Cadillac BLS. This does at least look interesting and it does appear to have been named after a sandwich. Don’t be fooled, however, because although it’s designed and built by Saab, in Europe, it is one of the stupidest cars on the market. The ride is hysterically awful, the steering is preposterous, there’s no space and if you do some simple sums with the price, you find it’s not that cheap either.

The Mazda is the other way around, not even remotely interesting to behold but when you turn the key and go for a drive it’s . . . it’s . . . it’s just amazing.

Under the bonnet there’s a turbocharged 2.3 litre direct injection engine that fires 256bhp at the four-wheel-drive system. This means there’s none of the torque steer you’d get from a powerful front-wheel-drive car. Put your foot down and bang. You’re off.

Six seconds later you’ve exploded past 60 and shortly thereafter, on a wall of intoxicating exhaust roar, you’re up past 140 and you’re thinking: “I really wasn’t expecting this.” The Proton radiator grille and the complete lack of fuss and brouhaha give no hint at all that this is a magnificent driver’s car.

It’s more than that in fact. Because it’s so plain, there’s nothing to annoy you, no Lynx aftershave overtones, no Denim he-man voiceover masculinity. It’s just a sensible, well-priced four-door saloon car . . . that goes like it’s running on a cocktail of Tabasco and horseradish.

It handles well too, with nicely weighted steering and, sadly, some excellent brakes. I was rather hoping I could run into something which would have broken that idiotic grille. It really does spoil the look of what’s far from an ugly car. And it’s the only reason I’m not giving the MPS a five-star rating.

So there we are, a lesson for M&S. Mazda. For 10 years they’ve been making some quirky niche cars like the MX-5 and the RX-8 and we’ve paid no attention to their mainstream efforts at all. But they didn’t panic. They didn’t change their name to “Your Ferrari”. They just kept on, plugging away until some engineer had his lucky Alexander Fleming moment and hey presto, a tubular bell was born.


Mazda6 MPS
Engine type : 2261cc, four cylinders
Power : 256bhp @ 5500rpm
Torque : 280 lb ft @ 3000rpm
Transmission : Six-speed manual
Fuel : 27.7mpg (combined cycle)
CO² : 245g/km
Acceleration : 0-62mph: 6.6sec
Top speed : 149mph
Verdict : World-class athlete dressed as a salesman


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Looks like a very favorable review from Clarkson.

Too bad the Mazdaspeed6 isn't doing too well in the comparisons with its competitors
the Evo and STi. Driving dynamics have always been Mazda's forte, but 0-60 times is
what a lot of shoppers look for. Unfortunately in this department, the Mazda is at the
end of the pack.

I've always thought the Mazda6 is by far the best midsize sedans.

 

i've never seen a comparo done to an Evo. or an STI.

they're in a different class altogether.

the only "competition" the Mazdaspeed6 has is the Legacy GT.

 

Good review, always like the 6

 

Yes...the 6 is a nice car ( I gave one at my brother's house a semi-review myself ).

But....... is THIS diatribe of Clarkson's an AUTO review? 50% of the article is about entertainment, 30-40% is about buisness, and the rest ( a small minority ) is about the car itself.

Don't get me wrong. As someone who does reviews myself, I like a good write-up and enjoy reading one. But this, IMO, is not a credible auto review....certainly not along the lines of someone like Patrick Bedard, John Davis, Dennis Siamanatis, or Jean Jennings.

 

That's typical Jeremy Clarkson, what else do you expect ? He likes the car & so do I . . .

 

Anyone have experience with the new Mazdas and their reliability these days? My sister owns a 1999... its drivetrain is reliable enough, but build quality and fit/finish is horrible.

 

At our SELOC track day, a guy brought out a brand new one.

He was running high 13s in the 1/4, not even broken in . We had 2 Altima SE-Rs that could not break past 14.6 and the 2 M3s were only a tick faster.

SLEEPER I tell you

 

After reading 2/3rds of that article... I started questioning if an actual car review was being made or not?

Stick to the point! This article has like maybe 3 lines about the car itself.

 

Great review from Clarkson
I hope they'll test it on TV too.