The newest, fastest Honda Type R meets a fellow Japanese family rocketship
It’s not just the roof spikes and big wing. I promise. I didn’t want to gather Top Gear’s long-term Honda Civic Type R and a Mitsubishi Evo IX MR FQ-360 together because they share a penchant for Sonic the Hedgehog haircuts and boot spoilers you could sleep on.
Words: Ollie Kew / Photography: Rowan Horncastle
Fine, it’s not just the tooth-roof and the wing. But who can resist a fast Jap sporting vortex generators? Obsessively squeezing so much performance from a dreary family-sized box that it requires miniature stabilizer vanes to stick airflow to the rear window and work the wing harder symbolizes what we love about banzai performance.
Mainly, I wanted 2008 Evo Mk9 to meet 2018 Civic Generation 10 because the decade that separates these machines saw the sad demise of an entire class of car – the rally rep – and the emergence of a new conqueror: the super hatch.
Millenials – I now speak directly to you. I’m one of you. I like my avocados smashed, my snaps chatted, and when I was getting into cars, the Impreza vs Evo battle was white-hot. Every year, a fresh salvo. More power. Cleverer four-wheel drive. Longer initials. Taller wings, more extrovert LEDs in the DIN radio fascia, and a neverending battle for PlayStation supremacy. Colin McRae Rally, Gran Turismo, Need for Speed Underground… and Subaru Impreza vs Mitsubishi Evo. Halcyon days for fast cars with horrid interiors locked in mortal combat.
I was always an Evo chap. No idea why. I liked the way it looked, especially the seven, eight and nine. I liked the name. I thought its growling in-line engines sounded sweeter than the burbling flat-four Scoobies. And dedicated many hours and pixels into stamping that supremacy all over Trial Mountain to the riff of Just A Day.
But besides a short, track-only stint in a mint Evo 6 Tommi Mäkinen Edition years ago, a proper drive in an Evo was a hole in my Cars To Drive Before You Die bucket list. Three months into life with the rabidly fast, plastically-challenged Honda Civic Type R, it’s time to see if the swansong for the rally-bred Mitsubishi can teach what’s possibly its spiritual successor anything new.
We won’t see the like of the Evo’s breed again. WRC now exclusively features aero-honed superminis, and zero homologation specials. Meanwhile, the hot hatchback genre recovered from neglect and unfashionable joyrider connotations in the mid-Noughties and swallowed the 300bhp-plus four-door territory. They seat a family, swallow a pet, breeze the daily grind and apply well over 300bhp to the road with unthinking ease. Without forgetting our must-have smartphone connectivity…
Take your pick: VW Golf R, Ford Focus RS, Cupra Leon, Audi RS3, RS Megane… even AMG and Hyundai are in on the act these days. Millions are splashed on gnarly marketing-friendly lap record stunts. The power race has taken performance-enhancing steroids. Their on-demand performance spoils us. And the rally reps have wilted.
The Impreza morphed into the WRX STI, and has recently departed the UK for good. After the disappointing Evo X, the name evaporated from Mitsubishi’s ranks.
Anyway, that’s enough theory. Yes, it’s tragic the road-going rally cars are no more, but hot hatchbacks are in rude health and I’ve got an Evo 9 to drive. This particular car is an MR FQ-360 from 2006, but unregistered until 2008. A UK-exclusive model for the Nine’s faithful fanbase, it’s a proper Goldilocks spec.
There were more powerful Evos, with sillier service intervals, but the MR (Mitsubishi Racing) FQ (erm, F***ing Quick) 360 (horsepower) was tuned for drivability. The Ralliart skunkworks worked up a new ECU code and improved the engine’s response with a stronger fuel pump and freer-flowing exhaust. Peak power still needs masses of revs on board: 366bhp doesn’t arrive until north of 6,880rpm. But all the torque – a meaty 363lb ft, 80lb ft more than the Honda’s 2.0-litre turbo – is under foot from 3,200rpm. This is where the Evo wakes up. And takes off.
This engine – the famous 4G63 unit that powered nine of the ten Evo generations – is an education in how thrilling a turbocharged power delivery can be. It doesn’t move until it’s halfway round the rev counter. If you’re below 3k, you might as well be stationary. And it’s no use paying attention to the excited wiggling of the turbo gauge that lives down near your left knee.
You’ll want eyes on the road when the wall of boooOOST careers into your backside and ruthlessly dropkicks the car up the road. And it’s really worth hanging on for the redline, just to experience how relentless the torrent of power becomes. And addictive. Another gear. Wow, what a shift. The lever and throw’s so long it could’ve come off a Greyhound bus, by modern standards, but it’s lighter than the Civic’s world-class gearchange, and delectably precise. And booooOOOOOST. And repeat.
With a 50bhp advantage, and a negligible 20kg weight penalty despite running twice as many driveshafts, the Evo’s got the legs on the Civic. Don’t forget, that Civic is a sensationally fast car. 316bhp, 0-62mph in 5.8 seconds… and demolished by the Mitsu. Back in 2006, the claims for this car democratised supercar performance: we’re talking 0-62mph in 3.9 seconds. Only when its sit-up-and-beg shape runs into the aerodynamic buffers at 160mph will the Civic stroll past, chasing down its potty 169mph v-max.
Even with an exhaust gaping so wide that potholers congregate around it in car parks, the Evo isn’t an outrageously throaty sounding car, but it gurgles purposefully at idle. There’s a real timbre to its high notes, and it sounds much more interesting than the monotonous Honda. Both are industrially no-nonsense motors. Active sound generation? GTFO. These two are towers of power. For a modern hot hatch engine, the Civic suffers from lag too. Still, it’s subtler than the Evo’s – the car’s more drivable at low revs and its dashboard readout begs for fifth gear by 28mph, in the name of Earth Dreams efficiency.
Not a single sop to economy dates the Evo. So does its size: this family saloon is 67mm shorter, 117mm narrower but 16mm taller than the Honda hatchback. Its sticky Yokohama Advan tyres are wrapped around 17-inch Speedline wheels, which make the Civic’s Conti-equipped 20s look terribly gauche. And boy does the Honda feel more purposeful when you first drop inside. ‘Drop’ being the operative word – the seat point is about six inches lower, and it’s darker. There’s so much less glass, and giant pillars bookending the view. You expect to notice how much glass there is around you in a really classic car, but this Evo’s hardly an antique. You’ve got iPods older than this thing.
The ride’s a surprise too. It’s fluid and dexterous and shock of shocks, there’s body roll. Useful, grip-sensing roll. Yet the body control is nicely damped, and fresh potholes excavated by the recent cold snap don’t resonate through the bodyshell as thuddingly as the stiff Civic. It tramlines and wanders and is generally more distracted though, so that slim steering wheel and its languid responses take plenty of management as you hustle and blare along.
I noticed how differently my body had to behave in each car. Considered, careful and lengthy movements control the Evo – threading its gearshift, fingertipping the steering, modulating the adequate but unimpressive brakes. It flowed along. The Type R demands quick, punchy movements through its fast steering, short-travel pedals, quick, meaty steering, and competition car gearchange. I’m sure my shoulders were more hunched, my grip on the steering wheel tighter.
Especially in corners. The Civic is so brutally professional it pretty much gravitates away from being a hot hatchback as we know it – there’s too little bumpsteer, torquesteer, understeer or lift-off oversteer for that. You drive it through on the diff, marvelling at the purchase it’s got on the road, stunned at the absence of roll, agog at the speed it’ll devour ground.
Thing is, the Evo can stay with it, but it never feels like it’s trying that hard. The grip generated by this chassis is freakish. Colleague Rowan Horncastle, who took all these excellent pictures, spent a few days driving the Evo and described it in one word after handing back its long, slender key: ‘unstickable’. Like the Type R, the FQ-360 just isn’t interested in playfulness for playfulness’ sake. I’ve seen enough footage of these things on grainy Best Motoring track battles to know with a big lift and heroic flick, they’ll adopt – and rescue themselves from – enormous angles. Not here. On the road, it’s so nailed down you’d be preposterously over the limit before the Evo properly let go. It’s still mind-bending today.
That’s where these two feels like wasabi peas from the same Japanese pod. They’re both so businesslike, so no-nonsense, so dedicated to the business of going fast, with no bullsh*t. You’ll only get the best from either if you roll your sleeves up and get stuck in. That’s when they flatter you. They’re ruthless, angry, demonic machines. And though the age of the Evo is long over, its brutal, road-bullying spirit lingers in the Japanese battalion of the hot hatch war.
I wish that more cars had that focus, and that sheer bulletproof toughness that begs for more punishment. But more than that, I wish that more cars had spikes on the roof.