The Renault 4 (a.k.a. the R4, 4L and Quatrelle [4L] in France) is something of an enigma to me. Sixty years old this year, the R4 is exactly the slightly left-field and quirky sort of machine I usually like. However, while I can admire and ‘get’ the point of this spindly rustic Renault, I struggle to personally idolise the tin can for both sound, and very unsound, reasons, as will be revealed shortly…