WEDNESDAY - Very impressed with car bosses of the UK, who came out fighting in a central London meeting today in support of the cause of cars with diesel engines.
They’re already selling super-clean Euro 6 diesels despite the fact that new regs don’t force them to do so until September. If you read the Sunday papers, you’ll know that, as a type, diesels have been tarred and feathered recently, principally because, according to academic research, their particulates and nitrogen oxide emissions are deemed to be “killing our children”.
The key point is that these latest-gen car diesels are massively cleaner than their ancestors. Emissions of particulates have fallen 96% since 1996, while output of NOx has fallen 84% since 2000.
No one pretends that the job is done (not least because old-tech cars will live a long life on our roads), but it’s now perfectly true to say that in places like London, drivers can make a big contribution to clean air quality by buying a new diesel car.
THURSDAY - Talk of the devil. Took my first drive in the new 1.5-litre Ford Focus diesel and found it pokey, smooth and quiet. Seems to me it obeys the practical rule that will persuade consumers to choose such engines: it’s as desirable as it is environmentally responsible.
SATURDAY - The return of warmer weather brings a welcome reduction in differences of opinion between me and the Steering Committee – when we’re reversing out of our drive in the Range Rover Sport, anyway.
When it’s cold, the missus is inclined to jump into the car, which I’ve just started, and make a lunge for the seat heaters, which you actuate via the screen.
However, her urgent desire for a warm bottom tends to get interrupted by the fact that I’ve just selected reverse, which means an image from the rear-facing camera takes over the screen, delaying actuation of the seat heaters. If JLR’s systems engineers only knew the difficulties this causes, they’d fix it fast.
SUNDAY - Formula 1 is back, none the worse for its three months off. Bernie is in his smoked-glass motorhome and all is right with the world. Or nearly all. One regret I have is that although F1 has several jobs tailor-made for him, there’s no sign of Ross Brawn, architect of so much success at Benetton, Ferrari, Honda, Brawn and Mercedes.
Martin Brundle, who knows Brawn well, reckons there’s one last F1 campaign in this high-achieving technical director, gardener and fisherman, but any offer would have to allow him to operate strictly on his own terms. Maybe today’s team owners are too headstrong to cede the required authority, but I’m not giving up hope yet.