Thought of being a little romantic and headed to Kent Ridge park with the missus. On the way there, along South Bouna Vista road where there seem to be endless corners, the inner Jeremy Clarkson emerged.
To the older generation, this road was called 99 Turns(dialect translation). Where there literally were 99 corners or so. It was late and the fog lamps came in handy as the area was dimly lit. It was here there you can truly experience the accuracy of the steering wheel and the excellent weight distribution of the Forester. Due to it's height, I was rather apprehensive of going round the corners in the beginning, but once I got the feel of how superbly the ride was setup coupled with the nonexistent body-roll, I was blazing through the corners with ease, leaving the competition behind. The steering is one of the best my hands have felt. Point it anywhere and it will go exactly without fuss.
Now comes the challenging part, going up the steep slippery(heavy rain in the late afternoon) slopes of Kent Ridge. In a lesser ride, I would have been cursing and swearing(which I did the last time with a Jazz). BUT the Forester climbed with ease and felt extremely safe while at it. At first, I was in Auto mode and the gear box put on a show which was super impressive. Torque was the star of the night. The gear ratios were tweaked to perfection for climbing slopes! Hence, the inner Jeremy Clarkson took over again and I engaged Manual Override. First gear was ample, but second gear was the sweet spot. If there was a road up Mt Everest, I would bring the Forester without a doubt, undoubtedly. I mean, this thing was MADE to climb! Effortlessly.
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