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
Whoever cooked up Highway 550, the road running north from Durango, up through the Rockies to Ouray, loved driving. If a perfect road exists anywhere in the world, this is it: freshly surfaced, grand sweeping corners, all set against a backdrop of snowy crags and thick pines.
I’d been beginning to suspect that the ST might be very, very good, and Highway 550 confirmed it. The ST is astonishing. A front-drive hot hatch, with no mechanical differential, should – by the laws of physics – understeer: no matter how long it hangs on, no matter how sticky the tyres, eventually the nose will give up. Not the ST. I chucked it into corners ever harder, until Webb was plastered against the passenger window, mewling helplessly, but it kept hanging on. OK, good rubber and good tarmac help, but there’s far more to the Focus than that. Every control – steering, throttle, brakes – is perfectly matched, the ST exuding an aura of sheer rightness. It’s a lovely thing to drive fast.