Drawing board disaster ahoy

Every new Honda brings with it a growing suspicion that whatever inspirational art once adorned the walls of the company’s design studio has lately been replaced by a large, glossy blow-up of a bucket of smashed crabs. Not content with having turned the once agreeably futuristic Civic into a cacophony of conflicting rhombi, Honda’s designers have now set upon the CR-V with equally vexing vim.

Adding layer upon layer of diverse ingredients may be an admirable approach to the construction of a Scooby Snack, but it rarely cuts the mustard when smeared onto pressed metal. When will the quality of an everyday Honda’s couture properly reflect the quality of the engineering?

ANTHONY FFRENCH-CONSTANT