The Swift! It’s one of the best hatchbacks currently on sale in the Indian market. I have one. And I call her Poppins. She’s been a part of my family for about 3 years now. The swift is not the most powerful or the best looking car that money can buy, but I kid you not it will put a smile on every petrol head in the land in a jiffy. Sitting behind the wheel is truly one of the best places to be because this is a ‘real’ driver’s car.
Under the bonnet, Poppins has a 1.2-litre thumping heart pumping petrol throughout itself and puts down a modest 84hp and 115Nm on the Tarmac. Like I said, not the biggest of engines but the peppiest in its class. But, it doesn’t matter. The engine is an absolute gem. It is well refined and purrs like a kitten in the lower revs and roars like a lion in the higher end of the rev range. It just never lacks the zing. This is a car that was made for India and has won the hearts of everyone who has driven one.
Dat ass tho!
It’s true, We don’t get the ‘sports’ version of this machine here. But at no point in time did I find myself craving for more power. It has worthy rivals from other manufacturers like the Volkswagen Polo and the Hyundai i20. Both of which look great. But while they have the edges peppered throughout the bodywork, Poppins has curves to die for. There really is very less to grumble about here.
The ride is sublime here
How’s the ride you ask? The ride is sublime! Handling is bang on target too. This car loves short stretches and devours every corner you throw at it. The engine complements the car’s character quite well. And that’s one of the reasons why you’ll find a Swift in every neighbourhood in India.
Poppins will always have a special place in my heart. To others, she may be just a car, but to me, she’s something more than that. I guess that’s why the relationship between a man and his car is impalpable. It really is something special that only a few of us feel. It’s uncanny. You really can’t put a price on such a feeling, can you?
Bond for life
To this day! I still stop about 10 feet away from Poppins and I still say to myself, “Damn! That ass!”. I guess it’s just one of the things that make us petrol heads. She’s not a car that moves the body, she’s a pretty lady that moves my soul.
It’s now a Sunday morning and I drive through my neighbourhood before the sun pops out of the horizon and a faint sound reaches my ear, through the faint engine notes. I hear TVs buzzing around,
WE THE SWIFT!
WE THE SWIFT! Heart is content.
Some good roads in this is to die for