UNTIL VERY RECENTLY, for me waking up on a January morning meant darkness, heavy frosts and greasy roads, and an irresistible desire to pull the covers back over and return to the land of nod. Well, not any more. now when I look out the window and it’s dark, greasy and cold, I can’t wait to leave the house. Why? The impreza.
I bloody love this car at the moment. it digs in, burbles, grips, burbles, steers, burbles, shifts, burbles and generally makes every interaction with it, and consequently the road, a total, uninterrupted joy.
I do dumb things with it: I change gear too often (because it’s got such a sweet shift), I seek out slippery corners and turn-lift power to induce some wonderful four-wheel drifts, and if I…