What the Raptor doesn’t come with, however, is any kind of tonneau cover. MORE Ford Ranger Raptor vs Jeep Wrangler Rubicon So far my Raptor has helped three people move house, been twice called upon by our sister title 4X4 Australia to ferry about some off-road wheels and tyres, and has been a regular at Bunnings where all sorts of hardware has been stuffed into its tray. “Can I borrow the Raptor? You’ll be okay to drive my Citroen C2, yeah?” “Oh good,” comes the whip-crack follow-up. “Mate, are you up to much this weekend?” is an all-too-familiar, and seemingly innocent, opening gambit. They’re crafty, these folk, these ‘borrowers’, these ‘favour askers’, so you need to know what you’re looking for, but no-one is more finely attuned to their tricks than a ute owner. You can spot a wangler from a great distance. Inwood ponders the virtues of a lockable tray, while others take a lend Is that the kind of performance one should expect from such a hardcore, and expensive, dual-cab? I’m not so sure. The Raptor’s 0-100km/h claim is a yawning 10.4sec and only the Mazda’s driver lifting off saved me from serious embarrassment. The second was almost being crushed by a BK-series Mazda 3 as we drag raced onto a freeway on-ramp. Plus, let’s be real: this isn’t your typical dual-cab. Over the next six months, I’m hoping the Raptor can finally shed some light on the whole dual-cab thing. Which is precisely why I wanted to be its custodian. Who cares if your ute can clamber up a boulder? And enduring hours of muddy ruts and inching down slippery slopes at 4km/h is about as thrilling as hopping inside your dryer to share a spin cycle with a bowling ball.Īll of this makes me the least qualified person in the Wheels office to run the latest addition to our fleet – this rather ostentatious Ford Ranger Raptor. This involved several attempts at hardcore off-roading, but all this managed to do was deepen my confusion. This does make me feel like an American trying to understand cricket, though I have tried to grasp the allure of the pick-up.
They’re too heavy, too thirsty and too clumsy. I can appreciate them in a detached kind of way, and understand that they’re exceedingly popular and thus exceptionally relevant to the average Aussie, yet they hold zero appeal to my rational side. You see, I’m just not a dual-cab ute kind of guy. Complete with Julian Assange-in-a-crowded-supermarket levels of discomfort. No, this is more deep-sea-tuna-on-top-of-Uluru kind of territory. FISH OUT OF water doesn’t quite cut it here.
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