Ford's Fiesta gets 'boosted

Downsizing. Whatever you think of it, it’s happening in a car near you. W12s have been replaced by V8 biturbos, V8s usurped by straight-sixes, and four-pots kicked into touch by three-cylinder motors. 

The latter aren’t anything new in cars; smart has been using them for years.  But Ford’s new one-litre, three-cylinder Ecoboost engine has really captured the imaginations of the motoring press and car buyers alike.

The three-cylinder unit looks tiny, even in the Fiesta's bay.

I spent a day with the white Ford Fiesta you see here, complete with Americanised and really rather hideous facelifted grille, as my own MkII Focus was undergoing testing for a water leak. That’s another story altogether, but this misfortune gave me the chance to try one of the cars of the moment.

The best thing about the 79bhp Ecoboost engine is the noise. At full throttle, it’s like listening to a Porsche’s straight-six several rooms away, but with a more bubbly back beat. Unlike the Fiesta’s old 1.25 and 1.4 engines with four-cylinders, there is much ear candy to gain from letting the Ecoboost motor spin up to the redline. It really is quite magnificent, and kids you into thinking you’re going faster than you really are.

The Fiesta’s Ecoboost engine is also super frugal. An A-road cruise in light traffic delivered just over 50mpg, far worse traffic only cutting that by 10mpg. And a faster run down the A2 at around 50mph saw the UK’s biggest selling car breach the 60mpg barrier. You’d be happy with that in a diesel powered car, and again, I never got near that in my old 1.4 Fester.

The Fiesta's cabin is generally OK, but can't dampen the three-pot's tune.

The only gripe I have with Ford’s new wonderchild relates to its refinement. Granted my courtesy car had only covered 750 miles and it’s running-in period will have been almost non existent.  But I really expected better. It’s noisy on start-up and jiggles your seat at idle. And my test car’s engine gave off a very strange reverberation at 2,500rpm on the overrun.  

But still, general impressions were very positive indeed.

Downsizing? It’s not all bad.

Being The Victim

My Focus' damaged wing mirror without its plastic cover.

Recently, I was the victim of a crime. A crime, I suspect, many car owners have suffered. Tucked up in bed on a frosty night, I heard an almighty crack outside, followed by the skittering of what sounded like plastic on tarmac and then a hastily stoked engine. Something inside my brain somehow recognised it as the sound of two wing mirrors coming together, but another part of my onboard computer – the lazy side – was in denial the commotion outside could possibly involve my car. And so I went back to sleep.

Of course, after waking up the next morning, the reality of the situation hit me like a slap across the face, and I cursed myself for not jumping out of bed and peeping through the curtains, to see just what exactly had gone on in the night.

Up on the kerb across from my house, my Ford’s driver’s side wing mirror looked, well, odd. Relieved of its Sea Grey cover, the ugly, black, hole strewn plastic innards were exposed. And things got worse lower down – the indicator lense strip had vanished, leaving the orange indicator bulb dangling in the air, and the black plastic body which attaches to the car was askew and shard like. Bollocks!

Quickly dressed and muttering yet more expletives, I wandered across to my car, the victim, and surveyed the damage at close quarters. This didn’t help things, nor my mood. Then I noticed my car’s body coloured wing mirror cover lying in the gutter, completely in tact. The indicator strip was nearby, although hadn’t fared so lucky and was cracked badly.

And then I spotted the perpetrator’s mirror glass, smashed but still within its surprisingly small frame. Evidence. I even managed to recover the criminal’s manual mirror adjuster springs, which had obviously shot out of their mounts on impact. More evidence. And so began my fruitless prowling to catch the bastard that defaced my car. I live on a quiet and rather lovely housing estate, so I figured I had a good chance of finding the vehicle, but sadly, it was not to be.

Removing this tweeter speaker exposed the wing mirror bolts.

Out of this whole sorry episode, small consolation came in the form of pure, unbelievable luck. After being quoted a ridiculous £217 for a complete new wing mirror unit from Ford, and trawling eBay without a satisfying result – I didn’t fancy paying £55 for an aftermarket item that may or may not look the same as the passenger side OE wing mirror – as I last resort, I tried Gumtree. Tapping in the area I wanted to search, almost immediately popped up an ad for a complete and fully functioning, driver’s side wing mirror for a facelifted Ford Focus II. It had a silver cover but that didn’t matter because I could just swap it for mine which had somehow survived its brush with death. Best of all, this replacement was going for just £30.

This connector plug was a bugger to take out of its socket.

A seedy meeting with the seller three days later, and two hours of labour (it would have been 45 minutes had I not dropped a connecting plug into the door, necessitating the door card’s removal to extract it), and I had a car with two, fully formed ears again.

What have I learned from all of this? Firstly, that you should always tuck your car’s wing mirrors in, no matter how quiet the road you’ve parked on looks, and that you should never trust your neighbours. If indeed that is who got too close to my pride and joy. I also discovered, much to my surprise, that salvage companies aren’t that cheap – the best online quote I received for a complete Focus II mirror was £52. And I had no clue what it looked like.

Replacement wing mirror fitted, complete with old Sea Grey cover.

But perhaps the most shocking revelation of all, is that I am completely powerless to bring this criminal to justice – because that’s what they are, after all. I had the time and date the collision happened (about 4am on January 16 2013), I had evidence in the form of the wing mirror and adjusting springs, but no car or indeed motorbike, and no driver to pin them to.

I’ve put it all behind me now, though, and on a plus note I’ve learned another DIY job on my car, potentially saving me precious beer tokens in future. But not too soon, I hope, as there aren’t any replacement OE wing mirrors on Gumtree right now.

A Crushing Future?

Even Ford's new, entry-level petrol engine contains sophisticated tech.

Tri-turbo diesel engines, suspension that ‘sees’ the road through cameras and adapts itself accordingly; engine start-stop technology that calls into action a starter motor eight times stronger than a normal one, and automatic transmissions with no less than eight forward gears.

They are all incredibly impressive and would blow the minds of car engineers from 50 years ago. But what if something goes wrong? A used VW Golf with a dual-clutch gearbox might set you back 10 grand, but if its transmission gives up the ghost you are looking at over 75 percent of the car’s value to replace it.

Nowadays, every diesel engine has a turbo and now petrol motors are getting in on the act. Ford’s one-litre, three-cylinder Ecoboost motor packs a turbo, which as well as mighty fine efficiency figures, grants enough performance to make not just the old, naturally aspirated, 1.6-litre engine redundant, but the 1.8 as well. It is expected to sell by the bucket load, but how many of those thousands and thousands of buyers know what it’ll cost to fix a blower if it fails?

Technology in cars is good, infectious even; once a car maker breaks new ground, the rest soon follow. Yet at the same time, technology brings complications, expensive complications. And what really frightens me is that such complex kit is now found on new, everyday metal – the stuff I might want to buy used in three to four years time.

After say 40,000 miles, can I really trust a sexy, swift acting DCT to not eat itself, or a turbocharged (and thus more stressed) four-pot to not start guzzling oil or blowing steam through a gasket?

I feel we are on the brink of something big, driven by as much as anything, Western emissions legislation, which continues to put pressure on car manufacturers to produce ever more high tech vehicles to meet CO2 and NOx targets. Ultimately, the buyer will pay the biggest price when something immensely complex like a tri-turbo engine, start-stop system or eight-speed gearbox goes wrong. And they will because no car is 100 percent reliable.

We could become a throw-away society, moving from sophisticated new car to sophisticated new car after our three-year contract is up. And on the face of it, that would be good because we’d all be driving factory fresh vehicles built by companies with increasingly strong new car sales figures – endowing them with more capital to invest into R and D, to make even more brain scramblingly brilliant products...

The downside, though, would be a faltering and eventually imploding used car market; nobody is going to buy someone else’s potentially ruinous problem. A decade old, MK1 Ford Focus is relatively straightforward, mechanically, and thus hardly a frightening used buy today. But the current MK3 in 10 years time? The only way is up as far as bills are concerned, a theme that has already begun and I can only see getting worse as the years progress.