TESTER’S NOTES
orry Hergé, sorry Kim Clijsters, sorry Hercule Poirot and, particularly, sorry Jacky Ickx. Your affable, likeable homeland retains, surely, the qualities required to make it the least joyful country in Europe through which to drive.
I say this not because of my Jaguar to Jabbeke feature (p36), which was a pleasure to create last month, but a trip to Germany last week to drive a Hyundai i30 N (p27). From England to France, into Belgium and misery.
You know when the average-speedchecked bits of British motorways under construction are particularly busy? All of Belgium is like that.
Being a relatively densely populous country of nice, law-abiding people, Belgium’s 120kph highway limit is pretty widely respected. Which means almost everybody is driving between 118kph and 122kph. At the same time. So while there are overtakes, some last for months.
And then, once they have passed,
❝ Belgium is Europe’s worst country to drive through, I decided. Until I got back to England ❞
Sas if realising the 123kph that they’ve inadvertently hit to finally get the job done is a bit much, a driver will pull back into the lane they overtook and, as if completely exhausted by the effort, ease off to perhaps 118kph. The one, two or more cars behind, now being slowed, will then themselves pull out, and so the whole interminable process begins again.
This all happens with closing distances so tight that if somebody were driving that near to your rear bumper in the UK, they would be fuming, either because you’re holding them up or they’re trying to prevent somebody else filling the gap.
Not so in Belgium. When you look at drivers’ expressions, there’s no anger. Not even passive aggression. They’re just bored out of their tree.
This is definitely the worst country in Europe to drive through, I decided. Until I got back to England again. Ah, yes. Sorry, Hergé et al. I remember. Here it’s worse.
“BPM not RPM” is a Hyundai N saying. It’s maybe a bit twee, but I rather like it. And I get it.
“Drivers need to get out of the car with a grin,” says Klaus Köster, Hyundai’s director of highperformance vehicle development. “It’s not about being the fastest.”
I agree. You agree. We all agree, even on other subjects than cars. There was some research the other day that found what they call a ‘dad bod’ – a man relatively fit but a little rounded at the edges – is viewed as more attractive than a bloke with a totally ripped torso.
This is straightforward thinking. A dad bod owner doesn’t spend all of his time in the gym or obsessing about his protein intake. He runs about a bit and remains healthy but is also quite happy to spend time with his significant others enjoying biscuits and wine. He probably smiles more. And, crucially, he has the time to make you smile more.
It may be slightly unfair on a car as capable as the Hyundai i30 N to suggest that it has a dad bod. It’s great fun on the road and plenty fast enough on a race track, too. It clearly takes its fitness pretty seriously. But while the Honda Civic Type R and Renault Mégane RS compete for how much they can bench press, it’s quite nice to have a car that figures its muffin top isn’t so bad and decides to go out and have a nice time instead.