Evo article may help you. March edition.
Here you go.................
……………………………………I own a Trophy!
If you really, and I mean really, enjoy your driving and do not worry about Bluetooth connectivity (Talking while you're driving, what's that about? Listening to music when you can listen to an engines rasp!), cornering headlights (My head moves!), Xenons (Are you blind? Because the person coming towards you is!), then read on.....................
"Weirdly, considering it's common-or-garden roots, it's the Clio Trophy I'm most excited about driving. Hard to say why really. I remember loving the big engine/small car theme, but all hot Clios from the original 16v up to this, the final swansong for the 172/182 line, delivered that in spades. Weirder still, I don't remember being blown away by the Trophy when it was new, but I have a theory for that: back then it was just another rung on the Clio ladder, a further incremental improvement of what was already a superb hot hatch.
Now, driving it in isolation, it's clear just how remarkable it is!
Five hundred right hand drive Trophys were built, all destined for the UK, Renaultsport's biggest market (a small batch of left-hookers went to Switzerland). Every one was finished in Capsicum Red paint with 'Trophy' logs on the sills and anthracite 16 inch Speedline alloys. They were properly tricked out too, riding lower on bespoke remote-reservoir Sachs dampers reputedly ten times more expensive than conventional shocks.
Inside it’s fairly typical fast-Renault fare. The biggest criticism people had of the Renaultsport Clio- it’s high driving position- was improved, if not totally corrected by a set of Recaros delivering a 10mm lower seating position.
The Clio dispatches the first few miles, it’s big-lunged engine turning every extra crank revolution into forward momentum with little apparent effort. And then we arrive at the B2141. It’s a great road; gloriously wide sweepers early on eventually contracting into a tight ten-per-cent plunge off Harting Down.
The Clio dismisses the sweepers, the engine having a greater role than the chassis initially. Cripes, it’s rapid. The 0-62 time of 6.9 seconds looks distinctly pessimistic as the gutsy, growly Clio zips into the sweet spot of the rev range beyond 5000 rpm.
Then the twistier stuff arrives and boy, does the rat up a drainpipe Trophy love to change direction. Entry speed is largely irrelevant- just tip it in, the weighted front wheel grips, the back jacks up and round it scoots. As tricks go, this c**k-a-wheel-in-the-air stance is a simple one, but it’s done with such perfection, such communication, such athletic balance and adjustability that it never becomes dull. Apart from the brakes (too wooden, not enough feel), I have such fun tearing down the hill that I immediately make the return journey. From T-junction to top I can’t think of much that would keep up- an EVO maybe…………..
The Trophy is a masochist, never happier than when being thrashed. The responses are instant and pure, the link between right foot and trajectory certain. You don’t smile when driving this car, you hoot and snort with laughter. It’s not very grown up, but then this ballsy bundle of fun with it’s magnanimous traction control and gigglesome chassis isn’t designed to be mature.
Has the small car/big engine/giant personality thing ever been done better? I don’t think so. This, the last of the old-school over –engined naturally aspirated hatches, is Renault’s perfect moment”
Thanks for settling an age old debate Evo!
Renaultsport Clio Trophy.
What a car!