![]() The road from Indore to Mumbai via Nashik is lined with a mind-numbing number of speed breakers or rumblers. Pulling off onto the shoulder or driving through diversions is a breeze, and the ride is so pliant, the Captur just seems to roll over everything on its lush alloys. What also helps is that the motor responds well once the turbo comes in.įurther along our journey, the prodigious ground clearance comes in handy. And because the gearbox is light, precise and direct, staying in the right gear isn’t much of an issue. The fight for every inch of ground is so intense, I soon learn to keep engine revs up. Here, joining traffic truly does feel like jumping into a tightly packed column of wildebeests crossing the Mara river. On our way back from a shoot in Indore, the journey starts out with the Captur swimming through downtown Indore traffic. ![]() But quirks aside, things improve dramatically as the day progresses. So, first impressions on getting reacquainted with Renault’s baguette-shaped SUV are far from ideal. The central air con vents, for example, are tiny and refuse to adjust, the driver’s seat is perched so high up I don’t need a sun visor, and where’s the place to rest my left foot? And then there’s the turbo lag: Attendez, Attendez, patience it seems to say in French exactly what you need if you are not in the right gear and are lazy to swap cogs in traffic. I see stars for the next few seconds: Sirius, Capella, Canis Major – I see them all. A bit too hard as it turns out my elbow goes WHACKKK against the pointy ‘elbow rest’. The car’s on a bit of a slope, so I yank the handbrake hard, just to be sure. The French are nothing if not quirky, and the Captur serves up a quick, sharp reminder of that.
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