It’s all those things people hate in an SUV from the outside, and love from the insideIt is unnerving when other road users openly laugh in your face, particularly if you think you’re driving perfectly normally. In Ramsgate, I thought it was because the Volvo XC90 was bright red. A red car is one thing, but a gigantic red car is another, and the only person who would warm to it is the one who chose it. In Broadstairs, I thought it might be because I was just about to get wedged down a narrow road. In London, I thought perhaps it was the manifest power of the thing, so unnecessary for one whose greatest towing load would be if they accidentally hooked on to a trolley in an Asda car park.Whatever, OK: the point is, wherever I went, people laughed, and after a couple of days of this, I was no longer unnerved. I loved it. Eat my dust, laughing boys (or girls). I have an eight-speed automatic gearbox, and I know how to use it (by doing nothing). I have a driving experience so noiseless that I could be in space. I can accelerate so that my two-litre diesel D5 engine makes your… your whatever it is you’re driving… look like a camper van packed with a hen party. I can go so fast without realising that… well, I would never do that. But it would be fast. This car turned me into Ayn Rand. All I could think about was my date with destiny. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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