THE NEW ULTIMATE
‘THE M2 CS IS THE ABSOLUTE DEFINITION OF A PINT-SIZED THUG ON FOUR WHEELS’
WHEN IT CAME TO WRITING THIS REVIEW I was compelled to delete the first sentence a number of times. Frankly, it was reading like some dubious 1970s pornographic literature at one point: a verbal stream of fruity adjectives such as ‘swollen’, ‘engorged’ and ‘buxom’, to name a few, that would have caused significant sniggering at the back of the class. I am attempting to describe, with some emotion, the little tyre-smoking scoundrel lurking before me with silent menace in BMW UK’s multi-storey car park, the absolute definition of a pint-sized thug on four wheels, and doing so seems to risk invoking the government’s censor if I’m not careful.
Few things get a car enthusiast’s collared apparel moistened like extended bodywork smothering a wider track. The M2 CS’s essential body-in-white may be no different from that of the regular beefcake M2 Competition – a burly looker itself – but
