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Rubbish Cars We Love: Renault 21 Turbo – The French Cosworth (snigger)

Ah, yes. Now this is what we’re talking about — Laverty travels back to the ’80s and bursts forth with caveat-riddled hosannas for the Renault 21 Turbo. And no, we don’t call it corn, we call it the Renault/Eagle Medallion. But wouldn’t it be cool if the near-forgotten French ride’s nickname was “Maize?” Quoth Baron Von Lav-man: The 21 is shaped like a Vauxhall Cavalier that has been set upon by mallet wielding school kids. “Though yesterday’s eyesore can often become tomorrow’s Sienna Miller, so don’t hang around pondering for too long. So get out there and buy.”


Oh, come now, it’s not that funny. The 21 Turbo was an animal way back when.

But it’s a Renault:

True, but it’s a fast Renault. The type of Renault that Renault owners don’t actually like very much. It growls… rumbling… waiting to unleash the beast.

Enough pseudo-porn, we want to make you love the 2 1, not go searching for free MILF galleries. One thing you need to know from the outset is that Renault cannot do brand awareness to save their life. The 21 is known by a stack of different monikers all over the world, i.e. the hairy chested Renault Medallion and the bizarrely call sign alike Eagle Medallion in North America.

In 1989, some three years after production first began; the car underwent a major revamp (primarily under the bonnet), gaining both hatchback and MPV to its name. A name that, of course, promptly changed to become the 21 Nevada or - if you live under constant drizzle and fear of embarrassment - the Savanna (UK).

The Turbo brought its 2.0 litre, side-skirted girth to the party with considerably low expectations. Nevertheless it was the stand out star of Renault’s 21 range, as well it should have been. Initial suspicion from motor press was rampant. "Well, I like it," some bouffant-haired journalist may have said at the time "but will it start on a frosty morning?"

No, probably not, would be your answer. However it did handle like a well-trained Rottweiler.

Spec Me:

147 bhp, 0-60 in 8.1 seconds, Garrett T3 turbo compressor, 150 mph top speed – pretty hairy stuff on a four door saloon that felt about as safe to drive as a nitrous-oxide quad bike.

Inside the 21 you got leather, electric windows, electric mirrors, radio/cassette (remember those?) and uninterrupted access to Renault’s Quadra 4WD system – if you shelled out the extra cash.

Most 21 Turbo’s seemed to be ice-white on black leather for some 80’s reason. The ride was conversely relaxed and exhilarating. If you did spot a Sierra Cosworth on the horizon, you were going to get beaten…but not by much. Nowadays purchasing a 21 Turbo instead of a Cosworth might just be the better option. It has only recently regained popularity and most owners would rather sell their soul's than see anything other than Turtlewax on the paintwork. Though do remember we said most owners, there are still some idiots out there who can’t tell the difference between an open road and an open grave.

I Want One, But it Frightens the Hell Out of Me:

Then Get a better job to pay for all the servicing you’ll need and forget about entering any long distance race marathons. No Renault will ever be 100% reliable.

The fellow who buys any turbo vehicle without a full history is dumber than a blind drug dealer. Especially in this case, with the 21’s turbo system being so complicated and prone to whining. The panels won’t be a work of art, but in strong sunlight the colours should at least correspond with each other. Renault never did mix and match matt and gloss, okay? No matter what the surly salesman in the Tommy Hijacker hat tells you.