The Stinger is a very good car. Itís quite hard to climb aboard because the roofline is low but when youíre in, the driving position has that ďhang on a minuteĒ feel that lets you know youíre at the helm of something special.
Which it is. Thanks to a twin turbocharged 3.3-litre V6, you get 365 horsepowers and that means 0-60 in less than five seconds. But itís not the straight-line oomph that impresses most. Itís the way this car feels as you go about your daily business: special.
The steering is heavy. I donít mean itíll cause you to smell while parking. I mean, it has a meatiness and somehow you know itís guiding wheels that arenít troubled by the bothersome business of propulsion. Which means it also feels clean and pure and right.
Iím going to move on to the comfort, which is sublime. I was expecting the ride to shake my eyes out but even in Sport+ nutter mode, it just glides. In the Comfort setting, it doesnít feel like a sports saloon at all. Jaguar should have a careful look at this car to see how itís done.
The economy is a bit better than you might expect, the equipment levels are higher than youíd imagine, and itís hard really to find fault. Maybe the interior is a bit grey and maybe the exterior isnít quite as handsome as all the other Kias. I especially didnít like the fake bonnet vents. Or how hard it was to see out of the back window.
But that really is about it. Everything else was either delightful or wonderful or better than I was expecting.