Across America in the Ford Focus ST
It's one of TG magazine's greatest ever adventures: coast to coast across the US in the hot Ford. In five days...
Posted: 10 Oct 2013
As quick as the storm came, it passed. A couple of hours later, I wanted it back. At least the storm was interesting. Man, Kansas was big and boring: flat, featureless farmland and slow roads. With Webb asleep in the passenger seat, I spent a while quite seriously contemplating whether it’d be feasible to wedge a water bottle onto the Focus’s accelerator and climb into the back for a quick snooze myself. I decided this would probably be a bad idea.
The prairies grated. The Focus didn’t. In top-spec trim with all the infotainment goodies, the ST is a very nice place to be. I don’t think I’ve driven a car with better seats: bespoke, colour-coded Recaro buckets, deep and supportive, never pinching. We stopped on a dusty country lane at sunset, Webb taking photos as the pink light illuminated great fields of corn. A dilapidated white pickup screeched to a halt beside the Focus, a baleful, gap-toothed youth behind the wheel. He stared at us for a while, contemplating the scene, presumably deciding if and when to kill us and wear our skins.