BEING disappointed with a Golf GTI is about as likely as Alastair Darling’s eyebrows turning white overnight.
Some might be at odds with its sometimes seemingly harsh ride which can at times make your eyeballs vibrate in their sockets like a ball on a bagatelle table - but that’s all dependent on the quality of the road surface of course.
IT was, on the face of it, probably the most under-anticipated car scheduled to turn up ready for appraisal. Boy, how wrong can you be?
Vauxhall’s Insignia has never been a car that has evoked more than mild interest in me – about as likely to spark a reaction as an impassioned plea from the other half for a bit of retail therapy.
BENTLEY. The epitome of British Racing Green, the legend forever linked with those heady days of the 1920s when the Bentley Boys went racing in France and trounced the opposition. And then quaffed a large G and T or six afterwards.
Magnificent cars then, and they still are today.
HOLIDAY trippers will be more used to the name Dacia than car buyers in the UK – but that’s a situation that is changing by the day.
We hired a Dacia Logan earlier this year on a jaunt to Tenerife and despite the fact that in true rental car trim it had almost bald tyres and a dent or scrape on every panel, it did its job well conveying us round the island’s holiday hotspots.
THERE’S wacky and there’s wacky. And then there’s the Renault Captur – their seemingly off the wall slant on the current fad for producing supermini crossovers.
Talk about polarising opinion. I’ve yet to see one that wasn’t resplendent in a combination of colours and our test mule this week is no exception – oyster grey in the main, but with a metallic orangey bronze roof and exterior trim detailing that makes it stand out in any car park.
WITH downsizing the buzz word and costs escalating Honda’s Jazz is well placed the meet the needs of an ever more demanding motoring public.
And really, you can’t argue with its credentials – it’s won eight JD Power Customer Satisfaction awards on the trot, so they must be doing something right for their buyers.
YOU’VE got to feel a bit sorry for the Spanish at the moment, because yet again their top sporting hero has been blown into the gravel traps by a precociously talented blond haired German in a car built in a factory in Milton Keynes.
Fernando’s not been hearing the drums (or the national anthem) of late, so thank goodness for SEAT, who of course are a Spanish firm (owned by the Germans) who are starting to put together a decent portfolio of motor cars for us to buy.
ONE of the big box tickers about motoring journalism is getting the chance to try out a car long before anyone who might be in the market to buy one actually gets their bum in the drivers seat.
A privilege indeed, all the more so when the car park in front of you contains upward of a million quids worth of hot new talent.