1500Kms FIR-Mysore, Kilroy was here Guys, Mysore beckoned and purely work-related, so a bunch of us from the office decided to drive down for the day and make it a sojourn of sorts, with gourmet lunch thrown in and a couple of touristy things.
So, there it is, the quorum was set. Next up was the decision on which wheels to take. My first ploy was to follow the gang on my Blade as a sort of 'Going-out-with-a-Bang': her last ride with me. But as it finally crystallized, we figured to take the 'green' route and leave the petrol Ikon/Lancia to ruminate and head off instead in yours truly's diesel wheels: The Fabia. I dropped the Blade idea in deference to what threatened to be pretty wet weather since I could not possibly drip my way into a corporate meeting. The Load:
She was fully loaded. There were 5 of us, all adult, all well-fed specimens, none very far from the average 70Kgs, making it a human payload of 350Kgs. We carried no luggage unless you count a couple of bottles of carbonated drink and some snacks. And the cigarettes, with filters. The Drive:
We were running a tight schedule to make a morning meeting and the traffic around the 9.15am ETD was pretty thick. As a result, I pushed her a bit. The best speed I managed was 140kmph, but we held 110-120 kmph for longish stretches. She was sheer joy. When slowed by irksome and untidy traffic, she picked up well enough considering she's a diesel and the fact she was Heavy. Naturally, a petrol driver would have felt a lag and for a heart-stopping moment wondered where his power had gone, but we do and always have admitted that diesels follow a different rhythm and require a different sort of Foot. And anticipation.
It's harder still for a guy who gets off a Fireblade and behind the wheel of a Fabia, but one's got to be fair, because an SBK rider would strongly suspect ANY diesel of being Third Cousin Twice removed to a bullock-cart.
There's no discernable turbo lag. I drove her fast but not hard, and don't think I ever crossed 3500RPM (yes, I still harboured the notion she was a new engine and needed more time to find her feet, even though many advised me to the contrary). So, the key question is or should be: was there power to spare and what sort of numbers would she plausibly hit?
Some gent on this thread said he'd cranked his diesel Fabia up to 180kmph. You know what? I believe him. My pretty Blue Czech ballerina segued into a graceful pirouette. She was happy as a lark on spiked birdseed at 140, and I fully believe she had oodles of Czech Bang to spare. Would she have hit 180kmph? I think so. Given a long enough straight, and traffic conditions that didn't call for Boy Racer antics, I'm confident she would sail there (but perhaps I would first have had to jettison a couple of my passengers). Speed is Not Everything:
Anyone out there saying or thinking that is not only right, but sensible. And mature.
There are many other factors that go into making a decent drive a superb drive. If your car tends to wallow. if she likes to understeer. If her braking leaves much to be desired. If, if- you'll soon realise a sizzling vitriolic scathing blistering engine under the hood will do zip for you. it's gotta work together. What I'm talking is synergies in handling, braking, body-control, and more that need to gel with the traits of the engine to deliver a usable package. Happiness was the baby Fabia on the Mysore road. She clung to the road like the TGV train. Running on Velcro strips, not a rail. She blasted into 110kmph corners that would have stressed and even challenged a lower-slung sportier car, without giving the driver a nervous tic, or indeed making any of my passengers break their conversation or concentration on the music being provided by the Management, to wonder:
- what the @##!& the driver was up to
- whether they were going to sit in front of that Raagi Mudde lunch
She was incredible. I found her perfectly balanced. Poised just right. I might sound cuckoo, but she had the purpose & poise and bearing of a far higher calibre of machine. I liked her solid feel, and would not pare an ounce off her weight (I can't stand those peppy cars that arrive at their peppiness by making everything seemingly of papier mache like the Jap WWII fighter aircraft- if I'm not wrong, they were flown by the Kamikazi pilots. Them cars tend to get blown and buffetted NOT just by a passing truck, but if the Driver of the passing truck happens to pass wind!).
Pardon the French and the Biology.
Her CG is perfect. Not once in all those corners, or thru all those different conditions did I find her even slightly top-heavy. Also, I can't confirm in numbers what the split front: rear would be, but its' good for the weight of the engine, the complement of passengers, and the speeds we called for. The shift of weight under braking was never disconcerting-it seemed so natural. Some cars tend to load the front wheels so much under braking, that steering becomes an effort. Not this Fabia.
The Fabia was solid as a Rock and that's what makes her such a Gem. A bright, lustrous- not kitsch- Reassuring Gem. The FE paradigm:
We used the A/C 90% of the 400-odd kms, and she returned upwards of 15kmpl, which is fair enough and quite adequate. I've read of Fabia owners getting 17kmpl, and I'd certainly be happy living in that country, but 15 for me is Great.
Bobby Thumbed a Diesel Down. The inside of the filler lid indicates she should not be filled with Bio Diesel!! Is that right? Is that good? I think not.
Please, I need inputs here. What happens when the Government mandates a Blend of bio Diesel being pumped at the fuel stations? What will my little Fabia drink then? HELP. The @)&&$^^! Speed Breakers.
I hate driving on roads new to me. It takes far more concentration and kills my speeds. So, while 80% of the Mysore Rd is familiar courtesy the Red Rooster blasts, I needed and did walk the last bit tentatively. But they got me on the way back.
gents: remember this. The bloody Highways Dept have built a God Awful pair of Road Humps on the side road to Brindavan Gardens/the Dam. They are positioned on either side of a railway crossing just a short distance before you hit the highway, if you are driving back from KRS Dam, and they are absolutely insane. I felt rotten scraping the under-carriage of the Fabia particulary since I had watched and treaded all the rest of them so carefully the entire day.
Another- this time on the main highway- set of rumble strips hit me from nowhere and I took them at quite a lick even after scrubbing off a heap of speed. Ther weren't any markings on the strip, nor a warning board on the approach. When will our duffers get it right? For the Lotus Eaters:
The A/C worked like a dream. When I told the rear passengers that the upscale Fabia came with rear vents, they immediately said they felt absolutely no need for them. The temperature was evenly maintained throughout the cabin and we did not once have to crank the fan speed up beyond level 2 even though it was a hot day and we often switched off the A/C and lowered the windows to allow the smokers to do their thing- obviously raising cabin temperatures for the stretch, and making the A/C work that much harder to bring the cabin back to committed 16 Deg C. Prep:
I did not find the time to check the tyre pressures or liquids. We just climbed aboard and hit the road after giving her the necessary calories. I was especially keen to ensure the tyres were correctly inflated considering we were going to be a full load, but twas not to be. Sigh.
Maybe the FE she returned was impacted by low PSI.
Last edited by netchef : 5th June 2008 at 12:33.
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