I've been driving a Renault Twingo Initiale since mid-2000, and have never regretted it.

Twingo is virtually non-petroholic, as reliable as clockwork, as quiet as a mouse (at UK-legal speeds) and as comfortable and spacious as a padded TARDIS - especially the leather-trimmed, air-conditioned, electric-everything Initiale model which can be had for less wonga than a basic Focus or Astra.

Twingo is the perfect car around town, but is equally at home in the country or cruising at 80-90mph on the motorways (in countries where that's allowed, of course). My Twingo regularly travels to the frozen wastes of northern England and to the blisteringly hot south of France. It may be small, but nothing scares this car.

Twingo, to put it simply, is what happens when grey-suited accountants and marketing types are locked away in a deep, dank dungeon leaving the designers to get on with their work.

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