Monday, 13 June 2011

MG 6

If I was a cruel man, I would say that there is no point in buying an MG.

I am a cruel man. There is no point in buying an MG. Not, at least, until some poor plonker buys the first one and tries to sell it on.

You see, if you buy a BMW, you know what you're getting in to. You know that they are too big to disappear overnight. You know that the garage won't close in the next two months, and you know that there is not likely to be something that can't be fixed due to poor parts availability.

With MG, you know that there is a reasonable chance that they won't be there in 6 months time. Yes, it's an old marque, but they have been bought by a much younger foreign company, and they have been disastrously managed since the 70s.

But on to the car.

The MG6 is the first offering from MG since their relaunch. It's almost Ford Focus like in styling, but actually more closely resembles a Proton Gen-2. And that's not something to aspire to - in fact, most people I know say they've never seen one, although I know for a fact that three quarters of them have.

But for me, the worst thing about this is that it is British. Not that there is anything wrong with being British, but the reputation still lives on of lazy, workshy communists bolting together cars in Birmingham at a pace that resembles constipated tortoises while the rest of the world has moved on to robotic manufacturing.

Of course, it's not like that.

But MG is.

Even when it is being made by a bunch of hard-working communists in China.

Steer clear (assuming that the steering column has been bolted in to place)