Subaru has released its all-new Impreza, as if it is a gift, so I guess that makes it an Im-PRESSIE-a.
After that appalling attempt at infantile pun-isms (yes, a new word), we move to Subaru's shiny new small family car. It might seem brave to bring out a new passenger car in a sector that is all but dead, but life without a little Scoob just isn't worth living, or is it?
The looks and oily bits:
Subaru shoved the "proven" 115kw/196Nm flat 4 into a strangely familiar bo-dayyyyyy. The "proven" engine is code for one from the parts bin, the one they got the head and tail lights from. Clever to use bits you have already, it saves on inventing new ones.
Every Subaru, except the one developed with Toyota, has a CVT. That is, of course, unless you count the electric model also shared with Toyota (and Lexus), which has no gearbox, period. This CVT impersonates an 8-speed automatic, so why not just put in an 8-speed automatic? Although it is one of the best CVTs in the business, just, why?
Is it just my imagination, or does that bo-dayyyyy look vaguely like the last Holden Astra, a defunct model from a company which rode into the automotive sunset last decade?
The little dart shape slinks up to a pert rump, a cheeky look that matches perfectly, the scarpering chav who imagines he has stolen a WRX. That's the thing about Subaru, it is a badge that basks happily in the glow of track and rally fame won by WRX and STI. WRX's reputation as a butch, tattooed, cap-wearing hottie, casts that cred over a range of humble runabouts despite WRX being spun off as a separate model.
The gays in the village have a strange attraction to be-capped hotties, so have been fond of Subaru since the nameplate was in nappies. Impreza should also sufficiently impress, with its customary grip on quality and value, even if the look is so conservative that no amount of WRX branding would ever make butch.
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