Impressively, although it weighs over two tonnes and is a whopping 220kg more than the coupe, this car still goes like the clappers. You would also have a teenage joyrider on your hands because he would have pressed that M button with unconstrained glee, raised the power from 395bhp to full beans 500bhp mode, and be making like Schuey and working his way up and down the SMG seven-speed transmission with its 11 different shift patterns. Send a boy through a long tunnel behind the wheel of an M6 Cabrio, tell him to drop it to second and then boot it, and his testicles would drop in a nanosecond. My favourite design feature on M cars is always the wheels, and these 19-inch, light-alloy, M doublespoke options are wheel nirvana. The white also really emphasises the flared side-sills, bulging wheelarches, and makes the typical M-division quad exhaust pipes (with the diffuser and flaps on either side to improve aerodynamics) stand out. In Alpine white as on our launch car it looks a little bit wide boy, but in a sexy, Ray Winstone way rather than in a chavvy way. It's also got the same multi-layer roof as the regular 6-Series Convertible, with the retractable glass rear window, that works at speeds of up to 20mph.īut the M-styling does the business. Or if you're being unimaginative think M6 Coupe with the roof chopped off, because from the door handles down, the styling on the M6 Convertible is identical. Imagine the BMW 650i got arrested, did some bird and then came back a lean, mean fighting machine. It is too understated, and it's masculine in a confident, louche kind of way and it doesn't scream, 'look at me, I have a tiny willy!' Because the M6 Convertible is without doubt the manliest cabriolet in the world.Īctually, it's the only truly manly cabrio on the market today - you wouldn't get any Eurotrashy peter Stringfellow-style poseurs in this bad boy, because they just wouldn't get it. I am thinking of penning my own tome, called 'Why Metrosexuals Ming' and I would include a whole chapter on 'why men look gay in convertibles.' Unless, that is, they are driving the BMW M6 Convertible. Then there is the abundance of 'fratire': I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell by Tucker Max, Real Men Don't Apologize by Jim Belushi, and The Alphabet of Manliness by George Ouzounian. Professor Harvey C Mansfield has published a book called Manliness, which is an intellectual call to arms for men to reassert their power and identity, encouraging them to recapture the old manly values we used to love such as decisiveness and assertiveness. It's all terribly exciting and the word on the street is we're looking at a return to raw, old-fashioned manliness. Or you're a lady petrolhead like me, which means you like proper men not sissy boys.īut the good news is that apparently we are on the verge of a 'menaissance'. The chances are, if you are reading this road test, then you have petrol pumping through your veins already, which immediately puts you in the man camp, miles away from those deeply unsexy metrosexuals. But what is the world coming to when two huntin', shootin' and fishin' and kissin' cowboys are more butch than a superhero? Yes, that's right, I got turned on by two gay cowboys. In fact, I realised just how weary I was when the only male characters in the movies who tickled my fancy were in Brokeback Mountain. Just not very many of them.Įven Superman has gone sensitive. In the pink corner we have the metrosexuals, and in the blue corner we have the men. Now I am using it to illustrate the division in modern menfolk. I've wheeled out this analogy in a variety of heated debates. You can play on the porch with the puppies, or you can run in the yard with the dogs.
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