The Honda Civic Type R is the stuff of legends. Quietly, the initial EK9 iteration started to accumulate on British roads in the late ‘90s, beloved by a small group of “in the know” motorists. Then, when the replacement EP3 touched down in 2001, it suddenly hit the big time. It was nothing short of superb. It became the pin-up for aspiring teenagers who wanted a bit of banzai high-rev Japanese fun, a reputation was built, values stayed firm and insurance escalated.
It wasn’t for everyone. While brilliant, it was a car that demanded a lot of you. Personally, I wouldn’t have been able to live with one day to day. Awesome fun on the right road, but tedious on the 70mph crawl to work. Happily, Honda provided a second way.
The Honda Civic Sport. The Lo-cal, half-fat, pussy option.
