2011 Inifiniti M56: Choose Your Cliches Carefully
July 01, 2011
The M56 is a respectable handling full-size luxury sedan. Even our car without the Sport Package's 20-inch wheels, summer tires and stiff suspension will stomp most comers in the On-Ramp Grand Prix. But it's no go kart.
And it annoys me when people say as much.
You see, there are people who understand cars, know a thing or two about driving fast and have actually done so once or twice in their lives. And then there are those insulting wonks who insist on tossing out worthless cliches like the one my neighbor used last night to describe the M56's handling. He actually said the words "man, it handles like a go kart."
No. It does not.
Go karts pound the snot out of you. They vibrate so hard you can't see. They're nervous. They're frantic. They're anxious and they're insanely responsive. Drive them hard enough and they will break your ribs, your kidneys and your spleen -- in that order if you're lucky.
The M56 will do none of these things. Drive it hard while forgetting to activate the climate control and you'll be lucky to break a sweat. But it will get on down the road with a quiet, peaceful and relentlessly rapid pace. It will go and go while keeping its occupants comfortable, isolated from the world outside and as safe as they deserve to be. Bend it into a corner and it holds a line with confidence, encouraging more throttle just past the apex like a textbook-handling rear-driver should. It's confident, intutive and stable. It handles like, well, like it were on rails.
So put that in your cliche pipe and smoke it, neighbor.
Josh Jacquot, Senior editor