You know the type, ugly, slow, deeply unfashionable.
You’d definitely be embarrassed if you turned up at the golf club trail centre in one.
Ladies and Gentleman I give you the Ford Ka
I experienced one for a glorious week while my own car was being repaired
Lets get the bad out of the way.
The engine was a piece of pig iron first used in a Ford Anglia, it had the pulling power of Binners at a disco. The interior looked liked it was designed by a North Korean defector who’d be asked to give the car the feel of his homeland using cheap plastic. The brakes were woeful, you’d have been better opening the doors and letting the wind slow you down.
But by God it went round corners like it was glued to the road. With so little power you just caned it everywhere. Making “progress” – such as it was – involved just nailing the accelerator to the floor. You only lifted if you were stopping. No power steering so you felt everything going on under the car and the seats were really low so it felt like you bum was scraping along the road the whole time – although judging by how some of them rusted this was a genuine possibility.
I loved it it really did have a charm that a lot of much more powerful and expensive cars lack.
Anyway I got my own car back and waved goodbye to the Ka. Then I nearly ejected myself through the windscreen when I pressed the brake pedal forgetting for a moment that the brakes in my car actually worked.