JOY RIDE
THERE ARE MORE SOPHISTICATED ITERATIONS OF THE HOT HATCHBACK THAN THIS, BUT NONE MORE VISCERAL OR EXCITING. AND IF YOU WANT ONE, BE QUICK…
FORD FOCUS RS
They say you only know what you have once it’s gone. That familiarity breeds contempt. And that you can have too much of a good thing. Bullshit, all of it.
For a glorious fortnight at the turn of the year, a Ford Focus RS was my personal plaything. It was cold, wet and often icy outside. A short, grey day was as good as it got. The only flash of colour was the striking nitrous blue paintwork of this fastest Ford five-door, and even that was enrobed in mud inside 48 hours. But on first acquaintance I knew what I’d got.