Why we’re running it: In the absence of a new RS, is the latest Focus ST good enough to be considered a credible flagship fast Ford hatchback?
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Life with a Ford Focus ST: Month 7
It seems our all-conquering hot hatch has finally met its match - 5 May 2021
It was early. Early enough for me to leave home in time to be at Lotus HQ at 8am. I live 250 miles from Hethel. But the Focus had a new noise. A pinging sound. And a new warning light on the dash. A flat tyre light. But I had nothing else to drive, the spare was only a spacesaver and it was too far to travel, even if the time taken to change it and the 50mph limit wouldn’t already mean I would be so late as to make the journey not just miserable but pointless, too.
So thank heaven for that on-board monitoring system, as it said not only that a tyre had lost pressure but how much. Despite the fact the car had sat for a couple of days, it was only about 5psi down on the others. So I pressed with only a slight vibration through the wheel to suggest all wasn’t quite right. But the pressure held steady, so I cruised slowly to Lotus, arriving without further incident.
Asked how my journey had been, I explained. So the kind chap from Lotus said that while I was skidding I about the test track in the last Elise, he would get an engineer to look at it. I didn’t see what could be done, because Lotus would hardly have a spare tyre for a Ford Focus ST, but I appreciated the gesture.
So I was somewhat surprised to have the car returned wearing exactly that. By freakish good fate, it turns out the rear tyre of an Evora and the front tyre of an ST are the same. Not just the same size, but the same make, speed rating, everything. More fortuitous still, Lotus was about to bin a new pair that had been so mildly flatspotted that only a Lotus chassis engineer would have been able to tell.
In the process, they had found that the problem wasn’t the old tyre (which still got binned for safety) but a bent rim, courtesy of one of the myriad potholes where I live. They had balanced it and said it would get me home. Unlike the old tyre, this one didn’t hang onto its air for long, but in these Covid times, I didn’t fancy handling air lines in every service station from Norfolk to Wales.
So I went to my brother’s house not far from Lotus, borrowed a cigarette lighter-powered pump, then limped home, one eye glued to the pressure readout, stopping every 15 minutes to reinflate it. In the end, a four-hour journey took six. It was only later I realised that I would have been quicker on the spacesaver after all…
Love it:
Pressure monitoring Without it, I would probably have abandoned my journey. I was so grateful to be able to determine the extent of the problem.
Loathe it:
Ropey rubber Those tyres look cool, but their liquorice-thin profiles take no punishment. A few weeks later, I hit another pothole and split a tyre wide open.