It all started, as many things do these days, with a Tweet. This one in fact.
I’ve been known to express desire for used cars posted on Twitter before, but ordinarily common sense gets the better of me, or laziness sets in and I decide that travelling hundreds of miles down the country is too much work even for a particularly lovely Renault 11.
Unfortunately, the MK1 Honda Insight posted by this very website wasn’t hundreds of miles away. It was about thirteen miles away, which is far from an unlucky number when it refers to the minuscule distance between yourself and a car you quite like.
The ad didn’t have a price, so I sent a casual email expecting the resulting number to put me off. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen either and I completely failed to not send a return email asking if I could come and view the car.
I then completely failed to not go around to the seller’s house, failed to not spend a couple of hours chatting with him about cars, and failed spectacularly to not buy the car there and then.
The net result is that in the space of a couple of weeks I’d gone from vaguely considering buying a cheap banger for about a grand, to paying rather more than that for a used example of one of the most advanced vehicles one of the world’s most interesting carmakers ever produced.
The Honda Insight is very much a numbers car, so here are the important ones: 995cc. 3 cylinders. 73 horsepower. 83lb ft. 12 seconds to 62 mph. 112 mph flat-out. 835 kilograms. And brand new, £17,000.
Here are some even more important numbers: 68.9mpg urban, 94.2 mpg extra-urban, and 83.1mpg combined. To that we can add 73.4mpg – the actual number I’ve achieved in just under 6,000 miles of driving. And “less than forty quid” – the price I pay to get 500 miles or so of driving from each tank.
The upshot is that I’m spending less on fuel, over a set distance at least, than I was back in 2003 when I started driving and petrol hadn’t yet crested 80p a litre – simply because my car is doing around 30 miles extra for every gallon I’m putting in the tank.
There’s far more to the Insight than fuel economy, of course. If I wanted economy alone I’d have sold my soul and bought a diesel Golf or something instead. Equally important is the styling, which draws more glances than any car I’ve driven short of a DeLorean. And the aluminium body – contributory to the car’s low weight, but also contributory to a lack of rust. There are a few bubbles here and there – aluminium does oxidise, after all – but they will not degenerate at anything like the rate of its contemporary steel compatriots.
All the electric gubbins interest me to, both professionally and from an engineering perspective. Some components used by the Insight are no longer headline-grabbing – plenty of cars now use plastic intake manifolds to save weight, for example – but at the time, they were rather out of the ordinary. The use of a magnesium sump and a plastic cylinder head cover still is.
Perhaps my favourite part of the car is the interior, which is just as well given the amount of time I’ve spent in it. Firstly, it’s built as well as any Honda. There are rattles, but remarkably few, and one or two simply relate to bits of removable tat I haven’t yet removed. But it’s light and airy, has (in my opinion) one of the best dashboard designs Honda has ever put in a car, and the driving position fits me like a glove. The wheel, offset a few inches to the left, is non-adjustable in any direction and the seat only moves fore and aft. But the seat is also soft and squashy like car seats used to be, with lumbar support that actually supports your lower back rather than ramming an adjustable steel bar into it, and an expansive footwell that lets you stretch on longer journeys.
Then there are the digital dials, which glow back at you at night in a way that only LCD dials can do. Their clarity is excellent, which is just as well considering how much time I seem to spend looking at them and refining my economical driving techniques.
The most important dial isn’t the digital speedometer or the sectional tachometer, but the little green bar that moves left and right depending on how profligate you’re being with fossil fuels. Right at the centre of this is the 75mpg mark. Tank-to-tank measurements suggest the on-board computer is pretty accurate, so 75mpg is the mark I always aim for. If I’m below it, I have failed as a human being. If I’m above – and the slider moves beyond 100mpg with gleeful regularity – then humanity once again loves me.
All that, and I haven’t yet described how the Insight drives.
You know what? It’s nice. Not amazing, just nice. Long gearing hampers what might be quite sprightly acceleration (though left in second, which goes to almost 70 mph, the Honda moves quite smartly) and suspension that’s somehow soft in the corners and punishing on bumpy roads means the Insight is never quite as nimble as its weight suggests.
Once you get more confident, it improves – the steering isn’t that quick by modern standards (3.3 turns lock-to-lock) but it has better feel than many despite electric-only assistance, and the light weight and relatively low stance means even with 165-section tyres there’s surprising grip available.
I’d be lying if I said that to drive, I didn’t prefer the Insight’s spiritual successor, the CR-Z – but then I’m quite prepared to accept the Insight’s fun-factor shortcomings for the economy it offers. When testing the CR-Z, I struggled to better 50mpg over a week. The newer Insight managed around 60mpg. Progress, eh?
And as I said at the top, common sense often gets the better of me. I could have taken out a loan to buy a CR-Z, and be paying £150 a month for the privilege. It’s quicker and has more toys, and on the right road I’d enjoy it a lot more.
But realistically, I’m not often on the right road. Usually, I’m on the wrong one – the M1, or M25. I’m sitting in traffic or cruising along in an endless pocket of cars doing little more than 55mph. And when I’m doing those things, the Insight is in its element. In stop-start traffic, the engine is mostly off, not using fuel. And when I’m stuck in a 50mph contraflow, the thrift-o-meter hangs around the 125mpg mark. I can sit, in my comfortable seat, and watch the average mpg inexorably rise. On a recent tank, those kind of dreary, crappy journeys I seem to do with depressing frequency resulted in over 81mpg.
And then I remember my car looks a bit like a spaceship, it has a digital dashboard and it isn’t rusting around me. And that, because of its economy, I could feasibly sell it a few years down the line and actually make money on the thing.
Ordinarily, I’d reprimand PetrolBlog for making me buy a car. But on this occasion, I think you’re forgiven…