What was your first car? Probably a Ford Fiesta, if you’re British. It’s a phenomenon. Been a national treasure for longer than Helen Mirren. Boadicea used a division of them to drive off the Romans. I believe they were leased from William the Conqueror.
The 12-year old Fiesta that I stuck my L-plates to had a spec list that was pretty much lifted from the first Fiesta of 1976. No air conditioning, windy-down windows, an iron-block 8-valve 1.3-litre engine with 50 horsepower (I claimed to my mates) and plastic wheeltrims from Halfords. Give or take a tape deck, some dodgy power steering and an airbag, its equipment was a relic from a bygone era.
Twenty-eighteen’s Ford Fiesta shares more with a Mercedes S-Class. This top-spec 1.0-litre Titanium model has cruise control and anti-crash braking. It’ll watch your blind spots, read road signs, warm your backside, heat the steering wheel, broadcast crystal-clear digital radio while navigating via satellite, defrost its windscreen and beep at you before you back into a wall. Sure, some of that’s optionally extra. This Fiesta isn’t even fully specced.