It is possible – tempting even – to be reductively unkind about the way the i30 drives.
It strives so belligerently for a benign and nondescript sort of inoffensiveness that journeys are frequently terminated without a single salient detail having been marked for praise or admonishment.
Nonetheless, while that makes it the mortal enemy of any jobbing reviewer, it is not necessarily to the detriment of the buying public.
For anyone seeking to flitter away a commute with the blithe detachment of an airline passenger, it is potentially ideal.
After all, the i30 steers, rides and handles with steady, heavy-set competence. The onus, very overtly and familiarly, is on refinement and comfort – not an unwelcome set of virtues.
The problem is that the aspiration settles on the car like a sedimentary layer of insulation, depriving it of anything that might be construed as verve or even chirpiness.