I’ve fallen hard. I couldn’t help it, there was something about that body, those sleek curves, those gleaming shanks that sang to my heart in a way that I’ve never before known. Who was I to refuse?

Yes, you’ve guessed it, I’ve splashed out on a Ford Mondeo. I shouldn’t keep adding to my ever expanding garage gang, but the Mondeo was just too much for me to pass up. The Ford Mondeo is the paragon of performance, a princely car that has exemplary handling.

Forget your supercars and 4x4s, when it comes to a driving experience that can’t be beaten there’s nothing like a pleasingly muscular little model that makes short work of city centres and eats up the miles on the motorway. If I sound like I’m biased, well that would be a sound assessment. But it’s impossible not to find in favour of such a super little car.

I’ve had my fair share of hulking great off-roaders, in fact I have a Series IIA that still takes on dirt tracks with gusto, and similarly I’ve had a couple of slinky little supercars (convertible models, of course) that could cut a dash and left me feeling as if I’d just stepped out of a Bond film. But the car that I enjoy the most, the drive that I look forward to, is the Ford Mondeo. Who knows why? Maybe it’s the comfortable interior, the gloriously reassuring feeling of a solid car that is eager to please. Or perhaps it’s because it’s impossible not to like the Mondeo model.

You could try if you like. You could say that it’s too brusque in appearance, that you prefer a more minimalist approach. But that’s just splitting hairs over looks. Deep down, you know that despite being sensible, despite not being a flashy little sprite that’s only as high as your waist, the Ford Mondeo is a car that’s practically perfect in every way.