L et me tell you about Daphne. Daphne is a friend of the family. Retired, healthy and in her seventies, she lives in a small town in the sticks that’s badly served by public transport. Most of her travel is around her town and nearby villages, so she drives, because she’s busy. She organises things, helps people out, takes people in.
She’s well known and totally adored. She also recently wanted a new car. Now, Daphne knows a lot about a lot of things, but cars aren’t her bag. I’m afraid she’s not an Autocar reader. She knows enough, though, to do what’s sensible. She asked friends, read reviews and eventually asked the local car dealer, and they all said much the same: “Buy something like a Honda Jazz. You won’t regret it.” She bought something so much like a Jazz, in fact, that she bought a Jazz.