A Tasty Twink: Hyundai i20 N

Normally we’d shoehorn the usual suspects into a single car for a welcome weekend away. This time however, we took 2 cars to a secreted spot on the outskirts of Sydney owning to the bijou-ness of i20 N’s petite proportions.

The i20 N is made for going fast in corners, and there were plenty of those on tap, but it is not made for 4 tall blokes, no matter how friendly they are..

The weird no-man’s land between Christmas and New Year’s is a time for much merry-making and mini-road-tripping, so Max and I took the i20 N, and Casper and Ethan took the Tucson. With no test in mind, we took the 50-minute trip down through the sandstone canyons, and along the Hawkesbury River. Sleepy Berowra waters provided respite from rampant Covid the Australian government has allowed of get out of control, but enough of that misery. Let’s get straight to the meat and potatoes.

We took advantage of bendy-twisty bits by activating N Mode, something that tingles your dangly bits with the enthusiasm pensioners at a buffet. i20 N carries the flag to small car lovers, with no standard i20 for sale. That’s as well. It means the pool is not diluted by chavs gluing crappy after-market skirts to a 3-cylinder pus-bucket. Every i20 is N’d to within an inch of its life, and is all the better for it.

The full review will follow, so this is a highlight real of a weekend of undiluted loveliness. IN many ways. An i20 N is far more rewarding than the overt masculinity or a Porker. It is better looking than the hideous M3, and costs about the same as a small packet of cotton balls.

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A few thoughts:

The first thing to note is the abominable state of the roads in and around the sleepy Berowra Waters settlement. The appalling tarmac has been chewed up but not fixed, with the government keener on fact-finding trips to the Whitsundays, than getting a couple of blokes to fill in potholes.

The resulting organ manipulation is wearing on the nerves, but is offset by snappy performance and a gorgeous tight little body. I guess that makes i20 N the tasty twink of the car world.

Get amongst it.

Letting your hair down brings on the urge to giggle at every corner. A pleasing burble is punctuated by the occasional cackle between downshifts, in true hot hatch style.

Space is tight, I’m not going to lie. Front seats properly placed, there is still more than enough room for a designated driver to convey a plethora of pissed poofs to the nearest drinkery. Sydney has a bevy of sandstone pubs offering reasonably priced fare, and with steaks all-round, the double duo downed dinner before dashing off a couple of pints of best.

Segue to a shady verandah, sun slipping silently behind rosy pink clouds, a light jasmine-scented breeze wafting across the table. It was time to earn our keep by summing up the weekend with a few perfunctory observations: