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Thrill Ride: Highs and lows in a 2009 Honda S2000

Chris Haining July 24, 2017 Featured, Reviews 11 Comments

Honda’s famous S2000 won’t fail to give you a good time, but by God does it make you work for it.

I’m not easily embarrassed. I can’t afford to be, really – my height, Sideshow Bob feet, stupid hair and laughable fashion sense combined with my propensity for making stupid jokes make being thick skinned an essential defence mechanism. As a result, I can do things that are quite phenomenally idiotic because I don’t fear looking a complete fool. Usually.

On this unusually glorious summer day, I am in the company of a svelte, trim Honda S2000 roadster on a supermarket fuel forecourt, but instead of enjoying all the envious glances I wish the ground would swallow me up. For all my experience driving the good, bad and ugly, never before have I so comprehensively failed to open a fuel filler cap.

I’m quite glad for the fact that there are twenty separate fuel pumps at the filling station; during my agonising quarter hour search for a button, tab, lever or switch that might flop the fuel flap open, no queues had formed and people had plenty of choices for the gluggage of fuel. For all my dalliance, I had inconvenienced nobody and had gone essentially unnoticed. My pride, though, was in tatters.

According to the LCD fuel gauge, I had zero of the ten bars of fuel remaining. No litres in the tank – presumably just the fuel in the line left. With a long journey ahead of me, things were getting desperate so I crouched on all fours, examining every millimeter of the interior with atomic precision. Still nothing.

I had noticed a really daft feature, though: there was a spring-loaded jacket hanger positioned to the right of the driver’s seat, in a position where there was no space for even the most Lilliputian of garments to dangle. I sneered at it with disdain for its utter pointlessness, noticing for the first time that it had letters embossed on it in shallow, indistinct print.


Bewildered, I pulled it to its centimetre limit. The action felt flaccid – impotent – and I expected little when I strolled around to the fuel filler cap, which was now open. I felt relief and anger at the same time, but both soon subsided and turned to adoration – here was another example of how the S2000 steadfastly refuses to be normal. It also gave me a terrific little anecdote to use in dinner parties for the rest of my life.

The S2000 was Hondas take on the Z4, Boxster, Mercedes SLK class of indulgent upper middle-class sports car. The recipe is similar but the presentation totally different. There is none of the flamboyance of the Germans, everything about it is calculated and necessary. It exudes a very crisp, clean classiness, the deeply chiselled front corners making for a bow section almost hexagonal if looked at in plan view.

I found an acceptable driving position reasonably easily, and despite my sports-car incompatible proportions I felt I could emerge two hundred miles down the road without deep-vein thrombosis or any notable aches or pains. Also, aside from the ergonomic disaster of the fuel-filler release, you can see that Honda have made a real effort with the S2000 cockpit. On the door kick-strip is a proud announcement of “S2000, Manufactured by Honda Motor Co”, The materials that surround you couldn’t have been more typical of the marque – robust and agreeable to the touch, even if they’re more Jet-Ski than Jaguar.

The instrument pod is an LCD effort straight out of the late 80s, resplendent in luminescent red and orange. It’s as amusing as it is daft and puts you in mind of Honda’s Fireblade sports-bikes as you watch each tiny segment of the rev-counter illuminate with every 100 revs accrued. I like it, although the advantage over conventional dials is debatable.

Also of questionable merit is the Engine Start button, which doesn’t really serve any purpose since you’ve already had to insert a key and twist it to arm the ignition circuits anyway. Additionally, to stop the car you still have to turn the key in the reverse direction, pressing the Engine Start button again just causes the starter motor to spin in futility. I suppose it’s more fun, and sportier, pressing a button than twisting a key. Less pointless is the way that literally all the controls you need are grouped around the steering wheel.

To your right are the audio controls (basically radio band and volume) and to your left are the ventilation controls. The A/C, incidentally, is excellent.Down towards the transmission tunnel is a flap displaying yet another S2000 logo. Open this and the CD/Radio reveals itself, again looking somewhat lost in time and betraying the fact the S2000 enjoyed quite a long production run. Nevertheless, I found that it sounded excellent, well up to the task of providing an alternative to the Honda’s thrash metal soundtrack.

Once fired up and under way I soon realise that the S2000 doesn’t naturally gel with my typical driving style, but I could certainly learn to get used to it. In fact, even treating it like an idiot, driving brainlessly with the same technique I use in any other garden variety car, it feels perfectly capable. In terms of outright motivation it feels like a slightly torque-castrated MX5, and thanks to the four-cylinder layout and fruitilly tuned exhaust, sounds rather like one too.

But the chance is that if you own one of these you’ll have learned how to drive one properly. Towards the end of my three hour drive, I think I was coming close. Of course, being a petrol Honda powerplant this has VTEC, their proprietary variable intake system. And in this car the effect is more pronounced than most. As I say, driven ignorantly this car feels like any other lightweight two-litre sports car. But the magic happens when you see just under 100mph on the LCD, and then you realise you’re still in third gear

It’s hugely addictive, and makes you want to make journeys in a series of lunges rather than any sensible cruising speed. As an example; drop into third at moderate speed, say eighteen hundred revs, then floor it through three, four, five and six thousand revs per minute. You’re moving now, and the engine is screaming a happy song of four well sorted cylinders. Except it hasn’t stopped revving; not even slightly. In fact now, suddenly, just after six thousand revs, you feel your head pushed back into the restraint slightly harder than before, an unexpected surge in acceleration taking you towards seven thousand revs. And then eight thousand, and amazingly it doesn’t let up until nine thousand frantic revs are showing on the dial. And then you change into fourth and do it all again. It’s quite intoxicating and leaves you wishing for more road to play with.

However, it can also be frustrating if you’re unused to such a high revving engine. On a cross-country dash, choose the wrong gear and all too often you find yourself missing out on that fabulous top end, the next corner coming up too soon leaving your experience no richer than in any other moderately quick roadster. Get it right, though, and the reward is enormous. Happily, its playful engine is teamed with what is possibly the best front end grip I’ve felt in anything that didn’t say Lotus or Caterham on its nose. Turn-in gives new meaning to the term “crisp” and the beautiful little three-spoke steering wheel has you utterly informed of the latest mid-corner developments. The rest of the handling is naturally terrific, again you could liken it to an MX5 that had somehow become enlightened and bestowed with magical powers.

I could very easily, and accurately, proclaim this as one of the finest, best developed and most capable and appealing cars I have ever spent time with. It does make you suffer for your thrills, though. There’s the MENSA entry-exam fuel filler cap release, but more serious is how much of the drivers footwell is eaten by a sizeable chunk of transmission bulging up through the floor, no doubt only on RHD models.

Also disappointing was the gearbox. The ratios are perfectly spaced, the alloy gearknob feels tiny and cold and gorgeous, but the shift action itself, while direct and accurate, is too stiff and too notchy to allow a novice to get straight down to business. Now, if you’ve read my account of the BMW Z4M you’ll know that I like a ‘box that reminds you just how much stuff there is going on in there; a bit of feeling is nice to have as gears mesh and forks engage. But in this case, on a car with such pronounced top-end fizz, you really want a change that’s light and fuss-free. You don’t want to have to think about your gearchange, especially when the clutch is so perfect and there are nine thousand revs to monitor.

And it should be mentioned, too, that the S2000 doesn’t suffer fools gladly. I got a taste for how it could catch out the unwary when I had to grab a “dab of oppo” on leaving a diesel-lubed roundabout on the A5 near Newbury. Fortunately I was able to just accelerate out of it, but had I been a gear lower and beyond that VTEC threshold, I doubt I would have been able to gather it up at all. That 6000rpm+ spike in power is so profound that I’ll wager it can break traction when the conditions are unfavourable. Take heed: this Honda can bite.

I like this car an awful, awful lot. It’s a wild child, a by-product of Honda’s vast racing experience, and definitely worthy of respect, appreciation and, indeed, lust. But it really is a bit wasted on me. I rarely take my own car beyond five thousand revs, for reasons of “mechanical sympathy”. I am for ever in fear of one of my pistons letting go and bits of engine following it through the bonnet and up into a low Earth orbit. I know it won’t happen, but not pushing it too hard too often should reduce that risk still further. Regardless what I drive I tend to drive on the torque 80% of the time and use peak power for just the occasional daring overtake or full-bore standing start.

The VTEC doesn’t become a VTEC without half a dozen thousand revs going on, which means it’s designed to be revved like that; it thrives on it. And I know that these advanced Honda engines have a very low failure rate indeed. But on my journey today, seeking to really gain some insight via a country road short-cut, I found myself slipping the clutch for a seamless hi-rev cog-change and my nostrils were immediately filled with the acrid singed-fish odour of hot clutch, causing me to wonder just how often a clumsy oaf like me could be expected to get away with this kind of behaviour.

But, no doubt you’re a better driver than me. In which case the S2000 will facilitate some of the most entertaining corner-to-corner shenanigans you’ll ever be party to. For me it joins the long list of cars I’m delighted to have sampled, but never need to own.

(All images copyright Chris Haining / Hooniverse 2017. If you like this kind of stuff, you can follow me on Twitter @RoadworkUK)

  • Victor

    Have not driven a sporty type car in years,but this line makes me want to :
    But the magic happens when you see just under 100mph on the LCD, and then you realise you’re still in third gear

  • Andrew_theS2kBore

    Glad you enjoyed your S2000 experience, it’s not a car to everyone’s taste but if you really love it nothing else will do… I keep finding them back in my garage no matter what I replace the last one with.
    A side note on the transmission and clutch: S2000s are very sensitive to gearbox oil type and condition, and have a short change interval (7500 miles). It sounds like you drove one that was overdue. Normally they thrive on snap-fast shifts- no slipping the clutch or patient hand movements (or mechanical sympathy) required.

  • PaulE

    I’ve driven one, once, and like you, I sampled and didn’t feel a need to have one.

    It was a hoot to drive, had incredibly quick reflexes and yes, one needed to rev it to experience a proper degree of “VTEC, Yo”. However, it was tiring to drive for any distance and was a snug fit even for my athletic-to-average build. My sports car-shopping friend concurred (a woman’s midlife crisis-mobile, FTW) and ended up buying a first-gen Z4. That BMW has turned out to be the closest thing to a wash-and-wear sports car and possibly the least troublesome Bimmer that I’ve ever seen, requiring nothing more than routine maintenance over the past several years.

  • cap’n fast

    what?! did you not read the owner’s manual thoughtfully provided by the manufacturer complete with page after page of lawyerese telling you your death and/or dismemberment was imminent and how the damn fuel door opens?? you are sounding like a Benz owner who cannot figure out what a cup holder is for.
    but, i digress; great little car which fails for me as it does not fit me. cockpit smaller than and MGB, which does fit me. 68 was a great year for B’s. snarling and snappy 18GF engine and dual carbs, OD 4 speed and cursed wire wheels. aerodynamics of an eroded cobblestone brick; front end flew up at 105mph. Fun car just like the S2000.

    • I left out the part where I couldn’t find the owners manual. Turned out that lived in a special compartment under the boot floor.

  • Off-topic, but in the absence of Last Call: Over the weekend I met a guy who once worked at James Whitson & Co. making bodies for the Citroën Bijou. He now lives in Oregon and drives an Austin A40 Somerset. Make of that what you will.


  • ConstantReader

    One of these beat me in my VW V6 5 speed at a green light drag race; but I flubbed second gear. One question, and I’ve seen these adjective before, what is a “notchy” gearshift?

    • In the case of this one, a shift where you feel a distinct resistance,or notch, before the stick slots home.

  • I’m having a similar reaction to my new RSX Type S. VTEC kicks in at 5,900, readline at 7,900, so a bit less extreme than the S2000. What a thrill to run it up to redline, but I typically find myself shifting below the VTEC crossover. I suppose that’s what is expected in “normal” driving, but why buy a high reving beast like this and drive it normally?

    This thing is the most powerful, quickest car I’ve ever owned. It’s making me re-think how I drive and I’m looking forward to learning new tricks.

    One day I hope to experience the joy of an S2000 too.