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
I buried the ST into reverse, and we went charging back down that road, ghoul bearing down on us, groaning, milky eyes illuminated in our headlights. We blundered from one dead-end path to another, satnav helpless, terrified the ghoul would leap from the shadows and pickaxe his way into the car. I’ve never been more scared. An hour later, we were still trapped in the woods.
Finally, we escaped the forest of death and found an open, non-murdery motel in the little town of Woodland Park. Breathlessly, we related our tale of near-death to the pretty girl on reception. She listened, nodded deeply and said: “He probably just wanted to shoot you. I live in the woods, and if a couple of out-of-towners turned up on my driveway in their posh car, I’d probably shoot ’em, too.”
Pikes Peak has changed a bit since I last visited, watching Monster Tajima thrashing his 1,000bhp Suzuki to the top. Where the top half of the road was dirt, now it’s paved to the very apex. Bad news for fans of rally cars oversteering on the edge of 1,000-foot drops, but very good news if you’re in a very orange Focus ST. Our Ford absolutely champed up the mountain, flicking neatly through the tight Pikes bends, engine drinking in the cool, thin air as fat American SUVs sat wheezing by the roadside.