Curbside Musings: 2008 Ford Focus Two-Door – Blurred Stylistic Vision

2008 Ford Focus two-door sedan. Downtown, The Loop, Chicago, Illinois. Monday, March 3, 2025.

There’s no “April fooling” when I say that this may be it.  This may possibly be the year that I get corrective lenses.  Again.  Almost immediately following my move to Chicago from Florida’s bright, sunny vistas over twenty years ago, I found myself in the office of my new optometrist faced with the reality that I needed glasses.  Initially, I was doubtful of this, as my eyesight had seemed completely fine when I was in Florida and had driven everywhere.  Still, there was scientific, factual evidence right in front of me, demonstrated for me as I looked through the giant contraption as Dr. Cheryl had parroted, “Which one is clearer… One or two?”, as she flipped through the comparative lenses.

2008 Ford Focus sales brochure, as sourced from the internet.

Good eyesight had been a badge of honor for my entire existence of almost thirty years up to that point.  With the exception of one first cousin, everyone else in my extended family had worn glasses, including all other members of my family of origin.  Glasses simply would not do for Joe Dennis.  I would go straight to contact lenses at any cost.  Up to that point, I was someone who would be super irritated by the occasional stray eyelash that had found its way onto the surface of my eyeball.  Making the decision to forego glasses for contacts was a very serious thing for me.  I practiced and practiced putting them in, but still hadn’t sufficiently mastered that skill by the time I went to get my new driver’s license at the former James R. Thompson Center downtown, which is now being reconstructed into Google Headquarters.

The former James R. Thompson Center.  Tuesday, November 6, 2020.

The former James R. Thompson Center.  Tuesday, November 6, 2020.

I had spent maybe twenty minutes in the grubby bathroom on the lower level trying to get those contacts in before returning to the queue at the Secretary Of State office with eyes so red I might have looked stoned.  No matter.  I passed that vision test and got my new drivers’ license, but had that “R” restriction on my license for years.  Not too long after that, I was a seasoned pro at popping those lenses in and out.  From a practicality standpoint and as a photographer, I appreciated not having glasses physically on my face to encumber the process of getting quick and impromptu photos of things and people, which required very specific, split-second motor movements which I had memorized.  Also and as I had observed with others, glasses can be easily lost or broken.

A typical night of tearing it up at Berlin Nightclub.  (Early) Sunday, January 10, 2010.

A typical night of tearing it up at the former Berlin Nightclub.  (Early) Sunday, January 10, 2010.

The only times I regretted wearing those contacts were when I had had too much to drink at the disco the night before and had fallen asleep (or passed out) before I had removed them.  In the morning, I’d then have two things to deal with: a nasty hangover and peeling yesterday’s disposable lenses from my dry, irritated eyes.  I switched eye doctors to another optometrist in my neighborhood when Dr. Cheryl had left her office shared with other practicioners.  After taking a series of vision tests with my new doctor, we discovered that I did not, or no longer, needed corrective lenses.  It was the weirdest thing, but quite welcome.  Was there an adjustment period my eyes had gone through while getting used to Chicago’s dark winters versus Florida’s year-round sun?

Fast forwarding to 2025, I’m noticing that things aren’t quite as clear as they have been, though I can still see well enough to function.  As someone with introverted tendencies, this lack of eagle-sharp focus sometimes works to my psychological advantage.  I can’t feel socially anxious in a large room or on sidewalks shared with strangers if I can’t clearly see all of them.  Problem solved.  Sort of.  Not really, actually.  Maybe I just need more sleep and less screen time.  Now on to our featured car…

2008 Ford Focus two-door sedan. Downtown, The Loop, Chicago, Illinois. Monday, March 3, 2025.

When I had first seen the redesigned, second-generation, U.S.-market Ford Focus, I was underwhelmed, especially by the two-door sedan.  Aesthetically, it made me feel the same numb disappointment I had felt after having first seen the Saturn Ion as a replacement for the S-Series, or when looking at the third-generation Chrysler Sebring.  In all three cases, the newer car had taken a significant stylistic step backwards.  The original Focus, introduced here in 1999 as a 2000 model, was a very forward-looking car, putting an attractive, affordable face on Ford’s “New Edge” design language.  Four body styles were available, between a traditional four-door sedan, hatchbacks in three- and five-door configurations, and a station wagon.

It was the egg-shaped, origami-creased hatchbacks that looked the most futuristic, which prominently featured one unorthodox and distinctive design element: vertical taillamps that were incorporated into the rear roof pillars.  It took a little time for me to get used to their placement, but then they became part of the Focus’ identity and cool-factor in my mind.  With a base-model three-door, not only did you have an attractive expression of Ford’s new, chiseled, linear styling, but you got it wrapped in the utility of a hatchback.  It was win-win.

2008 Ford Focus two-door sedan. Downtown, The Loop, Chicago, Illinois. Monday, March 3, 2025.

I should be clear that I don’t think the redesigned 2008 Focus was ugly.  It just felt uninspired compared to what it had followed.  Unless I’m missing something, this generation of Focus was the last small, two-door car with a trunk that Ford offered in the U.S. market.  Why was there the switch from a hatchback to a notchback?  The Escort ZX2, also with a trunk, had ended production in 2003 after being sold alongside the original Focus.  Was this newer two-door sedan intended to appeal to those who wanted a small Ford but didn’t want a hatchback?  Buyers liked the redesigned Focus well enough, with its U.S. calendar year sales increasing 13% for ’08, going from about 173,000 the year before to 196,000.

2008 Ford Focus sales brochure, as sourced from the internet.

It wasn’t until the third-gen cars arrived for model year 2012 that sales increased to levels last seen with the first cars, with 246,000 calendar year sales for ’12 being the third-best in the model’s entire nineteen-year run here in the States.  I had rented a two-door Focus about fifteen years ago to visit family in Ohio.  Driving it was an okay-enough experience, and the 2.0 liter Ecotec four-cylinder seemed adequate, but the thing I remember the most was joking with my uncle about what we agreed to be the completely random-seeming appearance of an ear-shaped piece of chrome trim stuck onto the front fenders.  The featured car is missing those trim bits (maybe not all Focuses had them), but they’re the first thing I look for whenever I see one of these.

2008 Ford Focus two-door sedan. Downtown, The Loop, Chicago, Illinois. Monday, March 3, 2025.

The impression I get from the second U.S. Focus is one of a placeholder, and as seen through that filter, it’s easier to forgive its loss of stylistic focus in comparison to the first cars.  The Focus seemed to have corrected course with the arrival of the third-generation models, much like my vision apparently had done an about-face maybe five years into my having worn contacts.  My hope is that on my next annual eye appointment that I’ll be able to squeak by with at least just one more year of not relying on anything external to help me see.  We’ll see how that goes, but in the event I do need glasses, contacts, or whatever, I’ll try to remember that to see at all is a gift.

Downtown, The Loop, Chicago, Illinois.
Monday, March 3, 2025.