Interesting times for Ford. That much of its electrification plan is in tatters is hardly a shock: unlike European manufacturers, those based predominantly in the US toil under an administration openly resistant to EVs, making a cogent long-term strategy even trickier to navigate. But the firm has also suffered the same mediocre demand as most mainstream OEMs when it comes to its battery-powered models, a situation not helped by a decidedly lacklustre lineup. Rumours of the Mustang Mach-E’s premature demise persist; the less said about the Capri, the better…
Thank goodness then for the current Puma, which, as Britain’s best-selling car, is less a prop for everything else and more like the only visible mast. Mercifully, you can still buy it with a 1.0-litre Ecoboost (honestly - could it be any more of a proxy for the Fiesta?), which is presumably what virtually everyone does. This hero status within the brand is a long way from where it started, of course. Back in 2019, we could hardly have liked the car less.
This was mostly Ford’s fault. Its preoccupation with naming crossovers after famous performance cars was (and is) about as welcome as naming a verruca after your first-born child. As far as it goes, the Puma is actually a very decent compact crossover - yet it is certainly not a patch on the (again, Fiesta-based) coupe that preceded it. That model, with its smart looks and willowy handling, has entered Ford’s annals in much the same way that Sir David Attenborough will directly enter heaven.
Even so, we could hardly have been prepared for the polished gem that is the Ford Racing version. Granted, this is a firm well accustomed to producing acutely good performance cars from often fairly humble beginnings, but the job done on developing the Puma at Boreham - partly courtesy of the labours of one Stig Blomqvist - resulted in an Imperial Blue tarmac rally-terrier that can hold its head high against any front-drive car in the world.
Granted, it should’ve had more power, as was intended - but by not receiving the turbocharger proposed for it, the FRP conceivably turned out even better. Or at any rate with the breathed-on 1.7-litre motor, upgraded to 155hp, it could be driven flat-out virtually everywhere, which honestly suited its puffed-out arches and wider tracks and overhauled suspension down to the ground. Few cars are so well-suited to a B road; even fewer are capable of generating so much joy at so little speed.
It says a great deal about the late ‘90s that the recipe didn’t make the FRP an instant hit beyond the critical response. Like much else viewed through a 2026 lens, were it launched today, it would be hailed as one of Ford’s defining triumphs. Still, a slow-blossoming reputation and its comparative rarity have made it supremely collectable. Little wonder then that this example, with less than 69k on the clock, and with a recent recommissioning under its belt, has already caused much swooning among the PH faithful. It goes under the hammer next Tuesday. Expect the response to exceed interest in an electric Capri by about a million per cent.
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