I HAD a soft spot for the original Nissan Juke. It seemed halfway between âfunkyâ and âbarking madâ, with its unconventional styling and weird little touches; check out those dinner plate headlights, which might not actually be in the right place to be headlights, those bulging rear wheel arches, the âovershot jawâ bumper, the centre console styled, they say, on a motorbikeâs fuel tank. And those wacky colours. People loved it, and it sold by the million. We country folk waited (in vain) for a 4x4 diesel commercial farm runabout version, only because it would have, surely, to be called a Jukebox.
The new Juke has been somewhat âdefunkedâ (a word one doesnât see often enough in The Field) and, inevitably, has lost some charm. The cabin has a fewâŚ