The drive is a timewarp, too. The steering feels heavier, and more connected than the average hatch today, the seating position less polished and the brakes far more vague. But it’s the ride that shocks the most. Not in a way that suggests things have moved on in the last 25 years either. In fact, it strikes me that we’ve gone backwards. The Civic was just a mid-range family hatchback, beloved sometimes by those of an older age. But it wafts along in a way that today’s hatchback just cannot. I assume this change has come as a sacrifice for better handling and fuel economy, but the Civic glides through the rutted roads of Catalunya like a magic carpet. It boggles the modern mind that something so smooth could have been badged a Rover in its day, given the way that the company stuttered out of existence you wonder how suspension like this could have led them astray.
But with the changes in suspension have come changes in ability, safety and quality. The old Civic feels much more wayward, much less likely to steer you to safety should you come a cropper of one of the local lorries that fly through the tight Spanish lanes. The modern Civic may feel slightly harder, but with it feels safer, more amenable to a spirited drive and altogether of more value to the world.
When you have a family, that wafting suspension just isn’t going to be enough to win you over compared keeping everyone safe.