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January 2, 2006

Subaru WRX – bodice-ripper on wheels

“My mom’s driving a racing car,” I heard my seven-year-old daughter Jordan telling a friend last week.

“It’s really cool – it’s a Subaru,” she stated confidently. “And it can go up mountains, on dirt roads, on grass… “

Well, a salesman for the marque she might not make, but she certainly has the enthusiasm for the brand, no doubt something she’s inherited from me.

You see, what really knocks my socks off is having a performance car ­such as an Impreza WRX ­ that’s equally at home as a family sedan.

The back seat can snugly and safely take a whole load of kids - I had five in there the other day, and two of them actually pulled down the central pillar of the rear seat and wriggled into the boot space.

When I turned around they were missing and the seats all looking blandly normal. There were muffled shrieks and much mirth and merriment before I realised where they were hiding.

Anyway, I digress. So you slide into the leather seat, turn the key, and vroom! It has such an astoundingly sexy purr, such a beaut of a voice, that you just can’t help depressing that pedal – just stick duct tape over the fuel gauge unless you want to platz at the speed at which the petrol level drops!

And when you pull off, that rally performance will blow you away. Come dirt or tar, wet or dry, the famous Subaru all-wheel-drive keeps you firmly stuck on whatever surface you’re on, and you feel absolutely secure in the car.

Its stunningly quick acceleration, grip and performance are impressive, and it’s blisteringly quick on the open road. Technical fundis will want to know it has a turbocharged, 2.5-litre, flat-four motor and 169kW at 5600rpm.

But most women aren’t interested in that. Let me tell you that the model I drove was a fab electric blue, it had nice, functional, easy to read gauges, practical cup holders in front, a terrific sound system, a sun roof (that even a child can operate), height adjustable seatbelts, light-sensor headlights ­which I loved and a ginormous boot, capable of accommodating five children or tons of shopping.

In some ways, the Subaru is very un-Japanese. There’s nothing fancy to look at, nothing overly technologically intimidating - it’s simply an understated, no-nonsense, bodice-rippingly exciting motor car that you never want to get out of . . .

It looks sexy, it sounds sexy (at respectable speeds on the highway Jordan swore it sounded “just an aeroplane, mom’), the seats are exceptionally comfortable, and of course I want one.

Source: Motoring.Co.Za

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