There is so much that is bizarre and almost incomprehensible about the C-HR that it's hard to know where to start, but most people choose a look of slack-jawed, what-the-hell-is-that dumbfoundedness as their kicking-off point.

It's fair to say the C-HR is challenging to look at, and about as far removed from the usual bland brand statements we get from the world's largest car company. What it is, to answer the question you're most often asked, is a Corolla for people who simply have to have an SUV, no matter how small the car they want is, and also don't care that it's front-wheel, not four-wheel, drive.

It's supposed to be a sporty Corolla on stilts, but it's not, because it has a wheezy 1.2-litre engine that makes it, quite literally, the most gutless thing I've driven in a long time (bizarrely, Americans can choose a 2.0-litre engine that's 1000 times more fun, but we don't get the option).

It's also supposed to be a Coupe - High Riding, because that's what the initials stand for, except it's not a Coupe, because it has four doors, with 'hidden' rear door handles that are as plain as day, and as practical as having a crocodile for a pet, if you have small children (they're so high, my five-year-old couldn't reach them, even when standing on our pet crocodile).

On the plus side, apart from the engine, it is surprisingly fun to drive, and you do get quite a lot of car, and a lot of looks, even in the 'Electric Teal' $26,990 base model we're driving here.