The Dacia Sandero: Cheap and Cheerful?

Unless your daily commute involves dodging cows and the badge between your hands says Tata, buying a new car often isn’t cheap. Or is it? Well Romania has come to town with an answer, and it's worth just £5,995.

Photography: Nikolai Attard and Phillip Morton

Meet Dacia, the subsidiary of Renault that comes from the Eastern European country, and their budget offering, the Sandero. Priced at the same value as a five-year old Vauxhall Astra, Dacia's Sandero is officially Britain’s cheapest new car. How does it compare against its pricier rivals in the well-populated hatchback segment then?

On first glances, prospects look bleak. Unpainted plastic bumpers, steel wheels and a white-only exterior that offers little more than a simple two-box design, the Sandero certainly isn’t a looker. The same can be said for the interior, where grey plastics accompany a whole-lot of nothing. Our model is fitted with an optional radio but entry level cars feature little more luxuries than a heater and rev-counter, so stepping inside can feel a little like rewinding time, by a decade or three. Emphasising this is a lack of central locking and wind-up windows – properly old school.

Black plastic bumpers dominate the exterior

Cues to the car’s underpinnings – shared with the Mk2 Clio that went on sale way back in 1998 – are evident throughout. Outside the wheel base matches a Mk2 Clio, whilst an upright seating position and even the steering-column cover is identical to what you’d find in the old car – though the Access Sandero does without the height adjustment arm and therefore remains fixed. The electrics are undoubtedly Renault parts-bin sourced too, with the auto-engaging rear-wiper and even gear-change light being identical to those found on old French hatches.

But it’s not all bad news. The car possesses four airbags (driver, passenger and front side-impact) enabling it to achieve a respectable four-star Euro NCAP rating. The positives continue once the key is turned too, as our car’s 75bhp 1.2-litre petrol engine ticks-over silently, the only evidence of its existence coming from the slightest hint of vibration through the gear-knob.

A simple interior contains only the essentials

Pootling around central London at close to the capital’s average top speed (only just nudging double figures) the Dacia remains a calm, composed place to be. Effortlessly light steering gives a good amount of confidence whilst soft suspension, a featherweight clutch and instant brakes make driving through one of the world’s densest cities easy. Parking the Sandero is a doddle too, the van-like door mirrors and high seating position offering a wide range of visibility. The Sandero does slow, urban driving well then.

The same can’t be said about anything remotely fast however. Venturing onto a dual carriageway requires a scary amount of rolling-up (lorries and OAPs have never looked so fast), whilst even pulling out of junctions requires you to spin the needle up the rev-counter far more than you’d expect. Ignore the dash’s eco change-up light, you’ll need far more than its recommended 2,000rpm to speed up to 60 in anything under 20 seconds. Once moving at over 60 the Dacia’s once silent engine becomes a bit of a growler, providing a permanent hum in the background at all times. It isn’t helped by the urban-gearing of the five-speed ‘box either, resulting in a significant 4,000 revs being required to sit at 70.

The Sandero thrives in town

Despite this the car still returns good fuel economy, with our 350 mile round trip across urban and extra-urban roads requiring little more than half a tank of fuel. But even with such a small dent in the wallet, the under damped suspension and vague steering that presents itself at motorway speeds could leave you spending your savings on aspirin; a bouncy motorway experience requiring constant focus to remain between lane-lines. Unsurprisingly, it’s not even worth mentioning the Sandero’s high-speed cornering ability, though thinking of a Citroën 2CV might provide some idea..

All in all, at speed the Sandero really struggles. With such a high level set by today’s range of hatchbacks the Sandero feels as though it’s 20 years behind, especially once outside the boarders of suburbia. Within them however, the Sandero is a strong performer. It offers good leg room both front and rear, five doors as standard, whilst storage space, cup-holders and a class leading 320-litre boot mean the Sandero would make the perfect car for taking the kids to school, doing the weekly shop or popping to the post office; all this for a fiver less than £6,000.

Sampling London's tight streets

In all honesty paying an extra £1,600 and opting for the better specced Ambience fitted with the 898cc TCe engine would be our choice, that engine providing all round better performance and cheaper tax (£30 a year to the 1.2’s £105). But even at £7,595, this more luxurious Sandero still undercuts rivals like the Kia Rio by a substantial £2,400. And when you put it like that it’s hard to disagree, the Dacia Sandero is nothing short of a bargain. So it turns out Romania does have the answer, thanks to a little help from the French.

Specs

Engine 1149cc, 4cyl, FWD

Gearbox 5-speed, manual

Power 75bhp @ 5500rpm

Torque 79lb ft @4250rpm

CO2 135g/km

Top speed 97mph

0-62 mph 14.5secs

Combined mpg 48.7

Manufacturer’s OTR price £5,995 (+ £250 for optional radio as tested here)

Onboard at Rockingham Raceway

Yesterday I attended the Guild of Motoring Writers Big Day Out at Rockingham Raceway. It was a fantastic day out where I was able to meet several very inspirational journalists and car geeks, plus I was able to thrash my little 182 around what is one of the UK's fastest racing circuits.

A great thing about this day though, was that I was also able to sample some other cars, including the 2013 Fiesta ST and even the Reasonably Priced Kia from Top Gear. All videos and write ups for those are soon to follow. 

But for now here's a couple of laps onboard my Clio. Such a shame the Go Pro ran out of battery when I remembered how to drive after these laps...

Go Forth and Buy British..Or Don't

Recently I left London for a driving holiday with my family. This doesn't however, mean we went on holiday with the sole purpose of driving, rather that the car was our source of transportation. Strange I suppose, since you wouldn't call a normal holiday a flying holiday. But just roll with me on this..

So anyway we were driving towards our destination, the big plot of land home to afternoon naps and bright red Brits called Spain, and I noticed quite a few things on our way. First of all, I noticed how France's motorways are a giant rip off, with toll station clerks seemingly making up the biggest number they could think of when charging us for using their tarmac. And secondly, I noticed that Europeans love to drive cars from their own countries.

Passing through France, the roads were awash with Peugeots, Renaults and Citroens. As we entered Spain, suddenly the roads were covered in a sprinkling of Seats. And of course the tourist infested Costa Blanca was full of neighbouring European countrymen, from BMW driving Germans to Alfa Romeo driving Italians. It seemed despite us being united as a continent, Europeans really like to drive their own.

Except us Brits however. British drivers instead were driving a mixture of all of the aforementioned cars, plus a mixture of Japanese motors that meant it was impossible to spot a British driven car. The only signs of a British pilot were a GB sticker on the bootlid, or the screams of crashing Europeans being blinded by headlights angled at oncoming traffic.

So with this in mind, I began to consider how maybe we should be proud of our ability to choose a car based on its ability to perform as one, rather than the origins of its badge. Of how us Brits are beyond nationalism and embracing a more united world.

But then I saw an orange McLaren MP4-12C with GB plates roll down the Spanish motorway, and all that changed instantly. A car built just outside of London in leafy Woking, designed and engineered by the best in the business and built by the sort of men who don't drink coffee or sip on wine, but rather who go to the pub and down a couple of pints and eat pies, this car at that moment was more than just a performance vehicle to me. It was the ultimate representation of Britain in and amongst those Alfas and Beemers. 

So there and then I made a decision. I love my little French hot hatch, but for my next car I would happily buy British. I wouldn't go so far as choosing a car that is rubbish just because it's been welded together on Old Blighty, but I would certainly feel an added sense of pleasure knowing I'm driving something someone called Gavin could have made. Thankfully that forces me to reopen the tabs of my TVR searches on Autotrader, and means I should start drinking more beer and stop thinking about getting a chest wax.

Now this isn't to say that our European neighbour's cars aren't great, in many cases they're fantastic. But as a nation once heading the automotive world, our car industry is now comparatively tiny. Lots of cars are made here, but cars of entirely British origin are few and far between the slightly German Bentleys and foreign funded Lotus'. Very few cars are made in Britain that don't at least see one Asian, American or European executive make an influential decision. And this makes me sad.

So I say Britons, don't go so far as to being a nationalistic ass who rejects people from abroad, but do be proud of what we can achieve on this tiny little island. We may not produce them in such volume anymore, but what cars we do contribute to the automotive industry are all generally bloody good. Go forth and buy as many McLarens, Nobles and when they start making them again, TVRs as you can. It's the only way we can help to rebuild what could so easily have been a thriving British car industry. 

But then again, that 458 Ferrari does sound lovely. And those AMG Blacks are sexy as hell. They do say TVRs break down a lot as well; plus my little Renaultsport is as characterful a hot hatch I've ever driven. And my goodness Spanish girls are gorgeous too. Maybe I should hold onto that pro British thought for a bit longer then, maybe Europe ain't so bad..