Reboot!

Nena Neunundneunzig aka 2004 BMW Z4 2.5

I’ve been meaning to rekindle this idea for sometime now. I’ve got one old article on Deeb’s 2011 Fiat 500 that is 3/4‘s written, with photos to boot, which I could easily finish. The Dan180 car of reference, became the Team Handsome fleet (two cars) for a while, and has gone back down to one car again recently. I’ve even got plenty of photo’s and (mental) notes on the Transit van I hired back in January of this year, so there’s a good few articles worth, that I can be working on and publishing during this ‘Lockdown’ period we all find ourselves in. I think I’ll start things off with a Lockdown Special, inspired by my boredom induced revisit of Gran Turismo 6 on my old PS3!

Sorry its been so long, and please do email me or comment if you have any feedback or ideas to share?

Thanks, Handsome Dan aka Dan180.

Last Chance Lexie aka 2003 Lexus IS200 Sport

Viktor Volvosson aka 1995 Volvo 940 2.3 Turbo SE

My 2002 Mazda MX-5 1.8i S-VT Sport

So as predicted, the X-Trail called Tori didn't stay in my custody for very long.  Nine months to be exact.  Slightly long than I suspected but not quite the whole year I had intended.  Early forecasts for the sale value suggested a world of oysters were within reach.  There might be enough in the kitty for a fora into Porsche ownership with an early Boxster S, an 944 S2, or maybe an 968.  More practical motors like Mk5 Golf GTis seemed viable too, as were a whole host of boxy 80's British exotica (thing TVR 350's or Lotus Excel turbos).  The real part exchange value turned out to be somewhat less than the forecast, but still left plenty of scope for finding something more entertaining than a Japanese SUV.  Rear Wheel Drive was high on the list of priorities, as was space for people and luggage, but reliability, performance, and entertaining handling were the must have items.  Top of the options list was a six cylinder BMW of some sort.  I wasn't to bothered whether it was a 3 or 5 series; 2.2, 2.5, 3.0 litre petrol or 2.9 litre diesel; saloon, estate, coupe, or maybe even a convertible; as long as it was in good healthy clean condition and with a decent history file to back it all up.  Casual browsing over Christmas turned into serious searching in the new year which is when reality set in.

I missed out on one or two nice looking 325 coupes, urm'ed and ur'ed about a couple of tired sounding 5 series, before not quite making the budget stretch to a nice 330d saloon.  I widened the net slightly, considering more front and four wheel drive options that might provide similar levels of entertainment, practicality, and hopefully reliability.  Jaguar X-type's, Lexus IS200's and Alfa 156's were all looked at. I went out one afternoon with a mate to try a high spec Mercedes C320 which ticked a lot of the right boxes, but the dealer wasn't sure what he'd offer me for the X-Trail.  Hungry and a little fed-up of looking in vain, we went is search of food and wifi.  Flicking through Auto Trader whilst munching on a burger I spotted this electric blue MX-5 that I'd bookmarked as a 'maybe'.  It wasn't to far away, so a quick call confirmed that it was still available, and we could take it out for a test if we could get there before the dealer closed for the day.

Now I'll concede that these MX-5's aren't exactly practical in a luggage and people carrying capacity, it was two cylinders short of my objective, and has a somewhat cutesie image for a man of my age and stature.  In my defence, it is about as reliable as front engined/ rear wheel drive sports cars have ever been; and with only 66000 miles on the clock, a full service history, and generally in good condition; it did tick most of the necessary boxes.  I'd even done my homework, having considered an MX-5 some years ago, this was the 1.8i with the variable valve timing, six speed 'box, a limited slip differential on the back axle, and 16" alloys.  Even the interior spec was good, will black leather two piece heated seats, a Nardi three spoke wheel, electric windows, and a very neat dealer fit double din stereo.  The only missing option was air-con which some might consider unnecessary on a convertible anyway.

On arrival at the Whitley Bay Motors yard on the Peel Retail Park just off the A1231 we only had half an hour in failing light to check out the car.  A thorough prod and poke around indicated that it was an honest tidy example, a quick scan of the paperwork just confirmed this initial opinion, and so, with time running out we went for a quick run around the block.  Even in just a few miles I could tell that this car was going to deliver a shed-load of smiles per mile.  The steering wheel chatters with information about the road surface beneath you.  The engine, though lacking on-paper figures (144bhp and 124ft/lb. of torque to shift 1100kg, not bad, but not great) picks up ok in mid range, but loves to rev to the roof.  The gear change on the six speed 'box is so immediate and close to hand.  And a healthy prod of the accelerator gets the back end joining in the fun in a delightfully manageable way.  After only a few minutes I was turning back for the dealers, hopeful that we could strike a good deal all round.

Fast forward a few months and I'm totally taken with little Mindy (yes that is a reference to Pam Dawber).  There have been several long trips and numerous little adventure.  The new policy for journeys is "if it ain't raining, then the roof goes down" and I've acquired several hats and scarfs to help keep me cosy on the colder days.  Although the heater deals well with even the coldest of days pretty well.  Rain might stop the roof down fun, but wet weather driving provides plenty of entertainment.  There was a mix of old Uniroyal Rain Sport 2's and newer 3's on the car when I bought it, but a long run on a flat tyre killed one of the older Rain Sport 2's, so a pair of fresh 3's got fitted at the back.  These tyres are great in the wet and pretty good in the dry.  There's some forum opinion that they are a little too soft for hard summer use, but I'm happy to trade off a little dry weather performance or tyre life span for the confidence that they give when it's raining and pouring.

The practicalities of a two seater sports car with a tiny boot have taken a little getting use too, but there is just enough space for two plus a weeks worth of luggage so it's not too bad.  Although the hairdresser comments and "fat, hairy, bloke in a girls car" double-takes can get a little wearisome, it's more than made up for by the pleasure of driving such an engaging little car.  Climbing into the MX-5 and having to leave the roof up can leave you feeling a little stuffy and claustrophobic, but that's more to do with how much more you can see, hear, and smell with the roof down, than any space issues with the roof in place.  These factors add to the pleasure as much as the intimacy of the controls or the simplicity of the detailing....

....Skip again to mid October and nothing much has changed, except for maybe my ability to finish an article!  I've had a super short hair cut (for charity, mate) and Mindy has had a new clutch and could do with a brake and bearing overhaul, but fun has been had all summer, despite the odd attempt at sabotage by the weather.  Testing three other cars and having an increasing list of new metal to try has propelled me into blog based activity.  Even the test drive of the all new mark 4 MX-5 has failed to wain the love I have for this little Mazda.  It's not totally perfect, the seat base does sit a little high for my liking, the lack of mid range torque does make that lazy drive home a bit more taxing than necessary, and some integrated iPod connection would be nice.  All these are apparently fixable (an Eaton 45 supercharger install in the case of the middle item!) so time will tell if I get around to sorting any of these issues.  

So all is set for winter fun in Team Handsome Towers.  I have a new frame of reference for some new test drives that will follow shortly, honest!  This car continues to impress and entertain me, and I can't see that changing anytime soon.  So for now, in the words of Ferris Bueller "if you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up!"

Jemma's Audi TT Quattro 1.8 Turbo

Have you ever bought something on a whim?  A pair of jeans or a top maybe, how about something bigger like a tele or a stereo?  What about a car?  No!  Me neither.  But that's exactly how Jemma came to own this TT convertible.  Although, to be fair, and as is often the case with impulse buys, there had been a considerable period of idle speculation.  And some research too, although not by Jemma, the careful study of make and model options, or price comparisons and owner reviews, that some might consider imperative for such a purchase, was left to others to do.  Jemma's work in environmental conservation requires some sturdy 4x4 transport.  A proper mud slugger you understand, not some Chelsea Tractor, something that's going to get dirty and scratched, used and abused.  To that end she'd had a steady succession of utilitarian cars and 4x4's culminating in a freshly purchased 2002 3.0 Di Nissan Terrano.  So how did this TT end up alongside the Tonka truck on The Batten driveway?

That's more or less what husband Mat asked when he first saw it too!  To be fair, Dr J Batten is not some spoilt 'spend easy', prone to this type of extravagance.  She has been running her own business for several years and had been uber busy managing the Marlborough Downs NIA Project.  Peaks and troughs in work normally allowed for regular travel play, to offset all that hard work, but this latest project had curtailed that somewhat, so some thought had been give to another form of play, such as a sports car, well that's the retrospective version of the story anyway!  When the Terrano's predecessor finally gave up the ghost, any thoughts on another car for fun were kind of put on a back burner.  Possible options had included a BMW Z3 and such like, but not the TT which had seemed somewhat out of reach, even before the necessary transport purchase.  

So even Jemma was quite surprised to find herself seriously considering this TT having spotted it on a trip back to the dealers to get a minor problem rectified on the newly acquired work horse.  Although, it's easy to see why she liked it enough to make a fairly swift and (as its turned out) prudent deal there and then.  It's the right colour, inside and out, has the right sort of mileage and history, and even arguably has the right engine spec for this convertible configuration, with the 180bhp version of the 1.8 turbo petrol engine and 4WD (as opposed to the entry-level 150bhp or full fat 225bhp options).  Everything about the way this car looks urges you to jump in, drop the roof, and go blasting off into the countryside for a few hours.  And that was more or less our plan for one Sunday afternoon in August, except it was rather windy and threatening to rain, but that was the least of our worries.  Minutes down the road and it's clear that all is not well underneath that shapely bonnet with an engine hesitation at idle and it failing to rev cleanly.

We doubled back to my flat to regroup and explore the problem.  A quick internet search and some prodding around under the bonnet suggest that it might be a fairly simple issue such as a failed coil pack, but which one, and where are you going to get one at quarter to four on a Sunday afternoon?! With concern also focusing on how and when Jemma was going to get home from her weekend visit, we opted to call out her breakdown service and have a cup of tea.  For once my internet assisted diagnosis skills were about right, although the number one coil pack had not only failed but snapped in half somehow.  No replacement was forthcoming from the 'very nice man' however, so a plan was hatched for a days extension to Jemma's visit, an early morning start in search of parts, followed by an afternoons cross country drive to Penrith from where Dr B could resume her journey home.

And so, after some diversionary afternoon and evening activities, and a slightly delayed start, we finally got the 'little car' running properly, the small but usable boot loaded with Jemma's luggage, and bravely folded the roof down despite the strong breeze and passing dark clouds.  Moments later we're whistling along the A1058 towards Newcastle Upon Tyne, with Jemma behind the wheel, and me hunkered down in the comfortable and supportive heated leather seat. The curves that define the exterior, continue inside, with the beautifully sculpted dashboard. The round air vents, heating controls, and switches are neatly aligned, with striking brushed aluminium trims brightening what could otherwise have been an austere wall of black plastic.  There's various other aluminium bright work, the best of which is the lovely 'TT' scripted cover that folds down to conceal the stereo.  Making our way through town, we pick up the A69 and continue westward, chasing the summer sun.  Even from the passenger seat I can tell that there's a slight fidgetiness to the ride quality. It absorbs bumps fine, there's just some coarseness there in the background. 

After half an hour, we peal off the A69 west of Toon and stop near Hadrian's Wall for a quick look and to swop seats.  It makes a nice change to be sitting this low down behind a steering wheel, with my legs stretched out almost horizontal to the road. That wheel can be adjusted just so, with the stubby Aluminium gearstick just a hand drop away.  The first ten minutes are spent gauging just how strong that acceleration is and trying to figure out how to pick up the A686, as our plan for the rest of the afternoon is to drive as many of the twisty roads between here and Penrith, where I'll be getting a train home and Jemma will continue her journey South on a hopefully quiet M6.  I might have mentioned before, how much I love this road.  The variety of twists and turn, with the odd long straight, combine with light traffic volumes, to deliver a good driving opportunity nearly every time.  Other road users tend to be content to let any quicker traffic past as they take in the great scenery.

I finally find a road that I recognise and that slow moving hatchback is despatched with thanks the to the punchy delivery from that Turbo charged engine which revs strongly. The gearing is good, with no nasty gaps between ratios.  There's some sensation of turbo boost that comes on around 3500rpm but there's enough torque at lower revs to pull strongly.  And that 4WD system delivers some serious grip, corner entry speeds limited seemingly only by your nerve.  There is an ESP button on the dashboard, but I'm under strict instructions not to play with it.  I'd guess that turning the system off would lead to more understeer, as felt when pressing on hard through a particularly tight s-bend.  Although this understeer tendency is fairly neutral, with such high grip levels generally available, the eventual front end breakaway could happen at alarmingly high speed.  The front wheel bias of the drivetrain make rear-end breakaway seem highly unlikely, although with a fairly short wheelbase, and all that grip, oversteer could prove scarily vicious.

This cars performance and handling can be described as competent, highly competent, which should be a good thing, but as we stop in Alston for a cream tea and a mooch around, there's something niggling me.  The rest of the afternoon is spent buzzing along these great roads in good weather, with good company, stopping off here and there to enjoy the view, check the flora and fauna, and take a few photos.  Further miles go by and yet I can’t quite pin down what it is thats bugging me about the way this car goes and stops.  The caffeine and food intake at the McDonalds next to the train station in Penrith don’t help me figure it out, neither does the lone train journey home after waving farewell to Jemma - although I do finally manage to untangle my hair eventually.  In fact pinning down the route issue of what leaves me feeling somewhat disappointed by my time behind the wheel of this particular car is the main reason theres been such a delay between articles.  I’ve long been a fan of the way the TT looks and the concept of convertibles has been growing on me recently too.  

I had hoped to fail in love with this car, but I didn’t.  And I’m not very happy about it either!  Yes it looks great; yes its well put together; yes there’s strong, linear, performance; and that ability to corner is just phenomenal.  But (and this is a very big but for me) you always feel like you're still sitting in the passenger seat whilst driving this car.  Driving through a set of bends and experience that grip is grin inducing fun, but you end up thinking ‘Man this car just grips and grips’ rather than ‘Man I drove well there’.  Am I just being vain?  Maybe, but it’s that engagement with the car, that sense of inclusion and involve in the process when driving a car that turns ‘operating machinery’ into ‘going for a drive’.  Jemma still loves her little car and rightly so, as it turns a mundane run to the shops into a gala event.  I, sadly, have to cross the TT coupe off my mental list of cars to be owned some day.

Thanks to Jemma for the loan of her car.

For more information about the Marlborough Downs NIA check out: http://www.mdnia.org.uk
©Dan Ewing 2014

Enterprise Athlone's 2014 Renault Clio 1.2 Dynamic

You never quite know what you're going to get when you collect a hire car.  The website suggested that I'd be getting a Ford Ka or similar.  A call to check up on collection options also offered the opinion that it would probably be Fiat Panda.  Nothing very exciting, but at the price I wasn't going to complain, as all I needed was transport to get around a few friends and family in the north of Ireland over the following few days.  So it was a rather pleasant surprise to be handed the credit card sized key fob for the fresh looking Renault Clio that was sitting near the office door.  Having completed nearly all the necessary paperwork we went to check the condition of the car together and have a quick briefing of the controls.  It's a smart looking car in this new 5 door only configuration complete with those black and chrome inserts that run from the front to rear doors.  The concealed rear door handles add to the sportiness of the shapely looks along with those 16" alloy wheels.  

Those good looks continue inside too with nicely finished seats, glossy black dash panels, and some neat chrome trimming.  It's full to the brim with kit, most of which is controlled by the large touchscreen that provides access to all the media, communication, and navigation systems.  So having seemingly signed my life away, I'm finally ready to head over the border toward Banbridge. Rather than blast along the quiet, smooth, two lane motorways of the Republic of Ireland towards Dublin before circling the city centre and heading north, I decide to cut across country to Mullingar, picking up the N52 through Delvin, Kells, and Ardee, before joining the M1/E01 near Dundalk.  Having followed the road signs onto the busy little back road to Mullingar, feelings of nostalgia for childhood family trips override any thoughts about my current mode of transport.  The N52 turns out to be clearer road better suited to discovering the dynamics of my chariot for the weekends.

This 1.2 engine is the least spritely option in the range with a 0-60mph time is the 15sec territory, but 4 cylinders and 16 valve run smoothly and eagerly to deliver 75bhp and 79lb ft, which works better in the metal than the figures would suggest.  Together with the smooth ride, controlled handling, and accurate steering; twisty B... urr... N-roads can be dispatched with some considerable relish.  It strikes a good balance between being a quiet runaround and a sporty little tearaway, making round town driving relaxing and back road stuff very engaging.  The only problem is that 0-60 time which makes overtaking slower traffic a project that requires careful planning and a nice long gap.  Many Irish roads have nice wide, surfaced verges that slower road users with normally move over onto to allow anyone who's 'in a hurry' past.  With the road improvements that came with the Republic's one time 'poor man of Europe' status, this seems to be a dying habit, sadly.

Stopping off in Kells for a late lunch and I'm quite impressed with my little hire car.  I'm quite impressed with Kells too, the Butterfly Garden Cafe has a great menu, lovely cakes, friendly staff, and a pretty little garden to sit and enjoy the late June sun.  If the name Kells rings a bell, that'll be the Book of Kells, much of which was believed to have been created in the local Abbey.  It turns out that Hollywood Star Maureen O'Hara was born here too.  With a sugar rush taking full affect I decide to have a proper play with the tech behind that large touch screen.  Moments later I have my tunes blasting out from my iPod that plugs into the USB in the centre console, all controllable via that screen, my phone is connected via Bluetooth, and the Sat Nav is guiding me back onto the N52 and towards the border.  Sadly though, not across the border, as for some reason this car has maps for Eire, but not the UK, and therefore Northern Ireland.  This minor issue aside, all this seamless tech integration is a rather delightful discovery.

Blasting North East along the rest of the N52 is further enhanced by some classic U2, and regular warnings for upcoming junctions. There is one moment where the Sat Nav does that old trick of sending me down a little lane that is so disused that there is not only moss, but foot high grass growing down the middle of it.  A quick delve into the setting and 'Shortest Route' is swapped for 'Fastest Route' for the remainder of the weekend.  Picking up the M1/E1 and you notice just how much difference all that EU money has made to the Irish road network, it's all silky smooth fresh Tarmac all the way from Dublin to the border.  Back in the 80's the border was identified by concrete bunkers, armed solders, and better roads.  Now you only notice it because of the signs warning that all is now mph not kph, and with Northern Irish roads suffering the same neglect as the rest of the UK it's odd to notice just how worn these surfaces have become.

Finding Banbridge is easy enough, finding my friends house and my bed for the night was somewhat more problematic. And my reliance upon technology wasn't helping much either. The cars Sat Nav was still pinpointing my location, but without any mapping data, its efforts were somewhat pointless.  Crossing the border had triggered my phone to switch from the roaming data-less 'ie' connection back to my all singing 'uk' network but not seamlessly, it would transpire. So although I'd texted my mate to confirm his address and some direction, his reply had not reached me, so a slightly confused conversation later and I've entered his address into my trusty TomTom (which I'd brought along with me not expecting any in car equipment). I'm happy to discover that I'm only another ten to fifteen minutes away from a nice cup of tea and a good old natter! Twenty odd minutes later and I'm sat in a side road in some unknown village with a TomTom that has a frozen screen and refuses to reboot, a smartphone that says it has data but won't do anything I ask of it, and an in-car device that knows exactly where I am but has no frigging maps to help me on my way!!!

Half an hour of 'turn it off and on again', map reading, and a "I'm lost" phone call or two, eventually finds me pulling up on the long drive outside my friends rambling new-build, glad to have finished navigation duties for the day.  It's at abound this point that I decide to feature this car in my blog, despite it not, strictly speaking, being a friends car that I've arranged to try.  The prospect of another two and a half days driving around in this little thing seems to be turning from a necessary part of the trip into an essential element of the adventure. Saturday has me visiting Enniskillen on my way to Stranolar, and Sunday sees me in Derry-Londonderry, before heading back South to Tullamore.  It's with some sadness that I find myself back in the the Enterprise office in Athlone on the Monday handing back that keycard to the now fly-covered little fella that helped make my weekend so much fun.

Thanks to the staff at Enterprise Athlone.

©Dan Ewing 2014

Martin's 2013 Vauxhall Astra 1.4 100 VVT Energy

Vauxhall's Astra is the genesis of my hard to shake dislike of all things Griffin badged, after arriving to collect what was supposed to be a repeat hire of a Rover 214iS, only to receive a bloated mark 3 Astra 1.4. Mild disappointment gave way to complete despair as that weekend rolled on, mediocre ride, dull handling, heavy body and feeble engine, all combined to provide next to no driver enjoyment whatsoever. So there was a certain amount of uncertainly as I awaited the arrival of Martin and his 5 door Energy spec mark 5. Things have improved since those bad old days of the mid 90's when even Ford were getting it wrong (think mark 5 Escort). The current generation Astra is a good looking car, probably even better than the current Ford Focus that has always been its main competitor (here in the UK at least).

First impressions are pretty good too as I sit in the drivers seat for the first time, going through the 'adjust everything' rigmarole that always accompanies the early stages of any test drive. The interior layout looks good with a centre console that resembles one of those hand built Vertu mobile phones, with materials quality that matches the best in class. You sit quite low in this conventional hatchback, in supportive well trimmed seat, neat chrome dials clearly visible through the soft leather trimmed steering wheel. The Energy spec levels are pretty decent too, that stylish centre console provides access to features such as iPod integration for the stereo and Bluetooth access to you phone, along with standard air con and electric front window. Fairly standard stuff by 2014 standards, but still quite a novelty for someone more use to the budget end of motoring.

The plan for the weekend is vague at best. There is a trip to Sunderland to be undertaken, along with a few visits to make and errands to run, and there's sure to be time for a quick blast along the Beehive (sticking strictly to the new SP40 of cause!). But for now I get to trundle through the Friday afternoon traffic that always afflicts the roads around Whitley Bay and the coast from 3-4 o'clock onwards. All the peddles, steering, and main controls only need light inputs to deliver the required outcome, the sharp brake peddle just makes me wonder whether Torie needs some routine maintenance rather than feeling like they are too much. Round town there's enough go to keep up with the cut and trust traffic combined with a comfy ride that suit the task in hand very nicely. Those good looks and the easy going nature seem to make for a well mannered city slicker.

Friday night child minding duties completed and as the early hours of Saturday wind on I get to go the long way home on some empty roads. Suburban sprawl dispensed with, and those waited for Vauxhall foibles make themselves know. On paper this engine should be a economical corker, with an alleged 99bhp from its 16 valve VVT 1.4 and an 51mpg it should be happy to rev all day long and return decent real world mpg too boot. The 12.9sec 0-60mph time and a rather humble 96lb/ft of torque hint at a different story, as does the realisation that the peak power output doesn't happen until 6000rpm. All this translates into an engine that just doesn't want to spin happily anywhere in the rev range, with no particular sweet spot for an enthusiastic driver to rely on. Below 3000rpm the engine makes those 'just getting into its stride' noises you'd expect from a current day 16 valve unit, then from 3-4 thousand there is a glimmer of hope, but as 4 thou gives way to 5, all hope dies, and revving any harder just seems futile. All of which results in lacklustre acceleration that makes A-road overtaking a chore, and B-road blasting a disappointment.

Picking up the A19 to cruise back home and the Vauxhall pulls out its default party piece, namely a very leisurely high speed cruise with the rpm sitting a good thousand lower than you'd expect otherwise. So as I pull up outside of my gaff in the wee small hours of Saturday morning, barely six hours after first getting the keys, and my feelings are decidedly mixed. I find myself chanting the phrase 'try to like this car' for most of the rest of the weekend. An afternoon out with a friend confirms my opinion regarding its looks and interior quality. The day trip to Sunderland via Newcastle City Centre, confirm that in can cruise beautifully and has excellent town manners. 'Try to like this car', it handles fine, with very little roll even in the tightest of corners, and the ride quality is irreproachable, but that engine!? It's just so glum. It puts a downer on every other aspect of the car, dragging down your overall opinion unfairly. 'Try to like this car!'

And so, having found a nice spot on the Newcastle Town Moors to take a few photos, I need to return 'Hercules' to his owner. And it's going to take a Herculean effect to hide my general disappointment from Martin. Turns out that I needn't have worried as Martins opinion of the car is similar to mine. Apparently, when looking for a new car last summer, Martin test drove the 1.6 with its 115bhp engine and was reasonably impressed, but went for the 1.4 to reduce the monthly payments and insurance premiums. Even with hindsight he'd have had to make do with the 1.4, but the looks, spec, and comfort make up for the lack of pace most of the time, and anything smaller wouldn't have worked so well with his part-time football coaching activities. So I don't go way feeling too bad for Martin, or as badly toward his 1.4 litre Astra as I did towards that mark 3 back in the mid 90's. But it hasn't changed my opinion of Vauxhall's any, and I'm still left thinking 'try to like this car!'

Thanks to Martin for the loan of his car.

© Dan Ewing 2014

Changing the Frame of Reference

So my trusted Scandinavian transport is beyond the help of even the most ingenious of mechanics or the dodgiest of MoT centres.  Nearly four years after purchasing Svart for 900 quid from the less than scrupulous Westbourne Garage, rust, wear, but mostly old age, have taken their toll.  So it's off to the scrap yard and the postmortem will include details of a cracked bulkhead, a failing head gasket, and a blown exhaust, which combine to make my once desirable 900 Turbo SE a complete basket case.  The indignity of being picked apart in a scrap yard is no way for any loyal automotive companion to end its days, but needs must, and you can't save them all.  The steady demise means that there will be no memorable last run, no chance to enjoy full boost acceleration out a slow corner, gently managing the torque steer as the turbo spools up to project you at the horizon yet again.  The diesel'esc clatter that now accompanies the blown exhaust and the water leak mean that I've been nursing the car around for the last few weeks.

Still the diesel clatter will be good perpetration for my next chariot, a hand me down Nissan X-Trail that I featured back in February 2013.  The parentals have moved on to lease a rather nice 2014 Nissan Note, so the bargain priced X-Trail came up for grabs at a very opportune moment.  And although I like this car, now named Torie (an extract from Ekkusu Toreiru (X トレイル) - Japanese for X-Trail by the way), it's no '180 brake' b-road battle tool, so I'm not too sure how long it'll be kept in service.  The sensible alternative would be a compact exec estate, but as the summer nights start growing shorter, the price of sporting convertibles may start to get even more tempting than they are now.  In amongst the default early Boxster's and Z4's, the odd wild card comes along, V8 TVR Wedge anyone?!

So anyhow! Enough dreaming for now, I just wanted to let any committed readers know that the frame of reference has changes slightly from a tired but worthy front wheel drive couple, to a worthy but dull 4x4 SUV.  Why mention it at all? Well stepping from one car to another, it's inevitable that some comparison is made to my daily drive.  So to date, cars may have felt slow or fast, high up or low down, small and nimble or big and bloated compared to my old Saab.  A car that felt slow compared to Svart isn't necessarily gonna feel slow compared to Torie.  A small difference maybe, but enough of one for a small mention.  One last note, my original intention was to test and write up a couple of cars a month and have moved onto Second Degree cars by now.  Real life means that once a quarter is more realistic and a friend of a friend quickly becomes a friend if you get chatting enough to ask about testing their car! I'll endeavour to put out a review every three months at least and try to build this back up to once a month if the opportunity arises.  For now, please keep reading, sharing, and commenting on my articles.

Thanks Dan180
© Dan Ewing 2014

David's 2004 Renault Megane 1.5 dCi Dynamique

Never buy the same make and model of car twice! Big variations are fine, a 2 litre instead of a 1.6, a mark 3 instead of a mark 2, but anything more similar than that will end in disappointment! Why do I say that? Because small little things will be different between the first and second, that will over time leave you feeling resentful towards the latter. David's Megane estate is a perfect example of this phenomenon. Purchased as a replacement for his mk2 5dr hatchback that had 42,000 miles on the clock back in 2007. This 'Silver Hornet' venerably provided high mileage service until 2012 when the strain of up to 30,000 miles a year finally broke the poor thing beyond economically viable repair. At first view, the 2004 1.5 litre turbo diesel estate made good sense as a budget replacement that needed to be purchased in a hurry. The mileage and condition all looked good, and with a new baby boy in the family the estate option was a welcome bonus. This replacement didn't, however, live up to the expectations set by the its predecessor.

Various bills started coming in due to niggling little problems and a curtain amount of hidden neglect by previous owners. Dave felt that the estate never quite had the same ride comfort or refinement as the hatchback too. The fact that this estate never received any nick name is telling as to the lack of fondness which Dave and his family had for the Silver Hornets replacement. So what is actually wrong with this car? As someone who never drove the Silver Hornet, I don't have any reference point and therefore, can approach this car without any prejudice, well less prejudice anyhow. The general negativity from Dave, Suz (her with the Focus TDi), and even their Daughter Lottie who doesn't even drive, had left me expecting to have a thoroughly miserable motoring experience for the weekend that I had arranged to borrow the car.

Winding my way through various old villages north of Newcastle in the crisp November sun and I was pleasantly surprised by this 'dud' car. It rides very well on the poorly finished roads that make up our urban terrain these days. The size of this small family estate works well in this environment too, being big enough to carry plenty of people and their clutter, but still compact enough to thread through narrow gaps in the determined Saturday afternoon traffic. Bored of heavy traffic, I pick up the A1 and head north for a few miles to Stannington and the warm comforts of The Ridley Arms. Whilst supping a very welcome pint of local bitter, I study Google Maps in search of a route that will give me some empty roads upon which I can test the performance and handling more fully.

A few miles to the north there is the A697 which runs to Wooler and then Coldstream, a few miles to the west offers the A696 that joins the A68 before reaching Jedburgh. In between lies a web of back roads that I've never tried before, despite numerous previous opportunities, so I picked out a zig-zag route to Elsdon, that will link up with the B6341 through Rothbury, before reaching the A1 southbound somewhere near Alnmouth. The autumn sunlight turns orange as the afternoon draws on, and I weave my way along these empty lanes that are both quiet and wide enough for two-way traffic. The terrain turns hillier and the scenery more impressive, and this familiar 1.5 litre direct injection engine (the same unit that powers Jan's Nissan Juke) delivers some eager pace, all be it of a frugal economic variety, providing that you keep the revs in that 3-4000rpm sweet spot.

The gear change is nothing special, a little notchy in fact, but swapping cogs to keep you shuffling along these picturesque roads proves to be surprisingly enjoyable. Feed the car into a corner swiftly and it copes well enough, without so much roll that you or any passengers needs to hold on for grim death. It handles in a way that makes me wonder how good one of the Renault Sport models like the 225 might be. That comfort orientated suspension does start to struggle eventually on rough roads. The welcome compliance starts to give way to rather bouncy unsettled progress, betraying the lack of body control.

As night draws on, back on the A1 cruising home at a steady pace and the seats that seemed too firm earlier it the day, prove to offer good comfort for long runs. The lack of a sixth gear does make for a rather corse cruise, as is all too common with TDi's from this era. The interior is well equipment with decent levels of equipment and good ergonomics. There are a few Renault oddities to get use to with these Megane, like the U shaped handbrake lever, and the keycard style ignition with its required combo of held down pedals before the engine will start. Renault offer a few nice touches too, such as the high mounted central LCD display that show details such an the radio, time, and outside temperature, the radio control stalk that puts all the main controls at fingertip reach from the steering wheel, and a nicely styled cowl over the dashboard instruments.

Pulling up outside my flat, and I'm not too sure what my opinion of this car is. That lack of body control is a fairly big negative for me, but the comfort and practically of this compact and frugal motor win back a fair few plus points. I even quite like the looks of the estate which has a nicely tapered rear glass house without compromising rear access of load capacity, whilst not looking anywhere near a big bummed at the hatchback. Truth be told, Dave's had enough of this car, and has, by now traded it in for a brand new Dacia Duster, after only one year of ownership. Several big problems loomed too large for the upcoming MOT, so he decided to cut his losses and go for the very welcome warranty and servicing deal that came along with the decent finance and trade-in offer.

So some three months on, I'm finally ready to publish this latest update to my blog, that car has probably been passed on through the trade to a dealer who has tidied up the problems and maybe even found a buyer by now. Have they bought a complete turkey? Well maybe if that dealer cut a few corners in preparing the car for sale, but hopefully they didn't, and the new owner will get a car that will serve them well for several years. Who knows, they may even grow to love it enough to come up with a nickname!

Thanks to David for loan of his car. 

© Dan Ewing 2014

Fren & Ed's 2006 Audi A4 Avant 3.0 V6 TDi Quattro Tiptronic

Even the neatly shaped remote key fob quietly whispers 'quality' with its built in folding key and stylish leather and chrome A4 keyring. I'm about to steal away for a quick test of Fren and Ed's well spec'ed daily drive, in-between an afternoons boating and a great seafood dinner, whilst joining them for a few days on their holiday in Loch Lomond. Pull open the drivers door to climb aboard and that sense of wellbeing swells as everything that you can reach to touch or even see seems to confirm that first impression. Quality and discrete style ooze out of every nook, cranny, storage bin, and air vent at you sit, slightly in oar, I try to drink it all in. It's a very well spec'ed car indeed, positioned just nicely between the 'Look at me!' RS4 and the 'poor mans' FWD 1.6 saloon. That three litre V6 TDi delivers a very healthy 230bhp with 332lb/ft of torque via a ZF 6 speed auto 'box through Audi's T2 four wheel drive system, ensuring that each corner does its share in propelling this car forwards as requested.

Official figures declare 0-60mph times somewhere south of 7 seconds, and I have little reason to disbelieve them as I power out of the Cameron House driveway into the brief gap in the congested Friday afternoon traffic that is escaping Glasgow on the A82. The sun has been beating down for the past few days making this part of the world look and feel more like some Mediterranean resort that the place where low and high lands meet. I peel off onto the B831 and then the A818 towards Helensburgh in search of some quieter roads to get a feel for this car. The steering wheel is reasonably small, with a few auxiliary controls that I have neither time or inclination to figure out. The information coming through the steering wheel is a pleasant surprise as is the sharp, accurate steering response. I've had brief drives of front wheel drive A4's in the past and found them to feel quite nose heavy with blunt steering, but a combination of the 50:50 split of power front:rear and possibly a few suspension tweaks on this B7 model (as VW/Audi folk like to refer to them) makes for quite an improvement from behind the wheel.

Mooching around Helensburgh, searching in vain for a jet wash to clear off the road rash that was acquired on the long drive up from Norfolk, and the standard auto mode makes leisurely progress the order of the day. More free time would be nice as Helensburgh looks like a pleasant place to spend an idle hour or two, but I double back along the A818 to dash back to the A82 and a little return leg via Luss. The roads finally quieten enough for me to switch into sports mode and press on along this entertaining ribbon of tarmac. The sport mode works so nicely, that the push/pull manual override option seems fairly redundant. Braking into a corner, the 'box down-changes to just the right gear, ready for you to get back on the power through the apex, feeling all four wheels put the power down cleanly. Even the V6 diesel engine makes some fruity noises that encourage you to press on harder.

Although there is an instant sense that this car has serious capacity to entertain with its poise, all round grip, pace, and smoothness, there's something that hints at more to be discovered. I suspect that this car would continue to impress for month after month of ownership as more of that deeply engrained quality of engineering and build came through in all sorts of environments and conditions. A friend and I often have a 'what one car would you buy if you had to use it for the rest of your life?' style conversation, and high spec mid size 6 cylinder turbo diesel estate car like this Audi normally reoccur time after time. Pondering these thoughts as I cruise back along the A82 in search for a nice spot to stop to photograph the still dirty car, and it's hard not to think of obvious german rivals like the BMW 3 series and the Merc C class. An equivalent 3 series might have a slight edge over the others at 10/10ths, and although I've had little experience of Mercs, they are renowned for their quality and comfort, but the 4WD Audi seems to have an all round every day edge.

That's certainly the conclusion Fren and Ed came to when choosing back it 2006, having previously had various executive and sports cars between them. A relocation from commuter-belt to central London had seen them consolidate down to a Golf GTTDi a few years earlier, and pleased with the VW built quality, but wanting slightly more luxury, an Audi seemed to fit the bill perfectly. I suspect Fren would have rather have had a smaller A3 and Ed a larger A6, maybe even an Allroad version, so the A4 Avant was a good compromise. Front cabin space is very good, although rear legroom does suffer as a result, and luggage space is somewhat compromised by the sports estate styling. That said, the flexibility of the Avant has served Fren and Ed consistently as city jobs have given way to managing their own businesses along with other lifestyle evolutions over the ensuing years. Runs along the coast to fetch service parts for Groovy-Campers or to collect linen for Blakeney Boltholes have replaced long motorway trips from and to London every weekend.

Running short on time, I finally recall a spot that'll work nicely as a backdrop for a few photographs before dashing back to shower and change for dinner. It's always whilst taking the photos that I take in the details of the car I'm testing. Audi seem to constantly tweak and fiddle with the detailing of their products, sometimes without any significant improvement. I think this version still looks great, better than the original A4 which is starting to look a bit frumpy these days, and in many ways, better than the current versions, less fussy somehow. When asking to try other peoples cars, I've always said that I'd need at least a couple of hours with a car to be able to make any meaningful assessment. That was all the time I had with this A4, and in truth, I can say that it is smooth, nicely involving, and pleasing swift to drive, but it truly is a car that you wouldn't tire of for days, weeks, months, probably even years!

Thanks to Fren and Ed for loan of their car (and that seafood dinner!).

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ⓒ Dan Ewing 2013

David's 2004 Vauxhall Vectra 1.8 Elegance Duel Fuel

I have done this a few times before, but not for quite a few years now, and even then, not very often. Now I'm stuck at the first hurdle. I can't even get the filling nozzle to un-catch from the LPG pump. The forecourt attendant pops over, gives the nozzle a more determined tug than I had dared to try, and hands it to me. Sheepishly, I am now able to line up the nozzle with the filler socket that lies beneath the secondary fuel cap, and turn a catch to secure the two together. The filler nozzle has a handle similar to that on a petrol pump, but clasping it shut doesn't deliver the fuel, nor does securing the clip that locks the handle in the fully open position (do you remember when petrol pumps had them too?). Over on the pump, next to the display panel, is a large button, press and hold this, and Petroleum Gas flows in Liquid form from the pump through the chunky connections and into the robust tank that sits where the spare tyre should be. Why all this heavy engineering? And why bother with LPG at all?

Fair questions, and there are plenty more that can be asked. LPG cars require all the same Petrol fuel components in addition to a second fuel tank, with filler systems and piping, a vaporiser , a secondary ECU, and additional injectors. All this is necessary as the engine starts and warms up using Petrol, before that second ECU can intervene to cut the supply of Petrol, replacing it with LPG. All this gubins is so robust in its engineering because as its full name might suggest, to the more scientifically minded, Liquid Petroleum Gas needs to be stored under high pressure to be a liquid in the first place. Which is also why you have to connect that nozzle then stand well back, the liquid flowing through the pipes is icy cold, and your hand would stick to the nozzle if you were to touch it whilst filling up. So all this takes a little getting use to and can seem to be an utter nuisance compared to the standard Petrol alternative, until you remember that LPG is slightly cleaner and nearly half the price per litre.

Depending on your annual mileage that price difference can make for serious savings on fuel that can more that offset the additional purchase and servicing costs. Most popular with high mileage users, those running large capacity engined cars, and at one time, those venturing into London's Congestion Zone, LPG seems to have been slightly forgotten as an Eco option in favour of Hybrids and Electric vehicles. David's motivation for getting a Vectra in particular was more to do with the practicalities of having the full dealer support that came with all of Vauxhall's Duel Fuel range. Listed as a factory fitted LPG systems by Vauxhall, the conversion looks very similar to many professionally installed systems that I've encountered before. Vauxhall must have designed the Duel Fuel badges and checked the durability of the LPG system, but that seems to be the full extent of the system integration.

A change of career from Driving Instructor to Wedding DVD Creator, along with a growing family, instigated the need for change from his old Renault Clio to something bigger. More conventional options were considered, such as a Turbo Diesel Rover 75, but finally the change was made from duel control to Duel Fuel in April 2008. Regular work trips to London, meant that the then 4 year old 69 thousand mile Vectra would have to prove as reliable and economical as those more conventional alternatives. Five year on, and the now 9 year old car 120 thousand mile workhouse is showing it's fair share of marks and stains, but the man maths has worked out remarkably well. Reliability, economy, space, comfort, and usability, have all proved themselves, with the only complaint David could think of being about the silly reinvention of the indicator stalk mechanism that Vauxhall saw fit to inflict on mid 00's buyers.

I have to confess to being no fan of any of Vauxhalls products since the mid nineties, but sitting here in the car park of Creswell Ices after a lengthy drive via Newbiggin by the Sea, I have even more questions than when I picked up the car earlier that afternoon. The 1.8 litre engine is the base unit for these Vectra C's (as they are known) but I'm pleasantly surprised by its fruity note when pressed into action. At motorway speeds it also purrs away at 2-3 thousand RPM, but venture to more licence threatening speeds it all gets a bit too noisy. Still fuel economy will motivate most owners to avoid this particular failing, the less that brilliant gear-change might be harder to ignore. Sitting eating my 99, I take in the family warn interior, which has a fair share of pro's and con's. On the pro's list are the comfortable seats, neat centre console, with clear and detailed LCD display, comprehensive stereo with tape deck and 4 disc CD changer, and neat easy to find control clusters. The con's list is fairly short, but significant, the plastic quality isn't great as the heavy wear marks show, the wiper and indicator control stalks feel even cheaper than they look, and that clever display system hasn't been integrated with the LPG system so all the mpg and miles to empty figures are totally inaccurate.

Motorways, Duel Carriageways, and A roads are this car's (and Vauxhall's) forte, twisty bumpy back road most definitely are not. The slight vagueness of the steering is almost a bonus on those cruises, insulating you from hubbub and noise coming up from the road surface, but on these B roads just south of Druridge Bay, the lack of detail and body control leave you constantly correcting and re-correcting your course. Ice cream finished, I'm gonna have to take the long way back to try to find some sort of conclusion to this test. On the Duel Carriageway, try to regain that lost 20mph after letting some slow-coach into the outside lane, and you'll need an extra couple of gear changes before you're back up to cruising velocity. Which seems a shame because that Ecotec unit delivers healthy numbers on paper (125bhp and 123lb/ft torque), leading you to point the finger of blame at the gear ratios themselves.

I seem to have hit a rich vain of worthy yet ordinary cars recently with CkofS, and I guess that has to been expected as most of us can only justify modest budgets, and have wide and varied requirements for our motor vehicles. Measured it these terms, David's Vectra has to be given plenty of credit for delivering on a very diverse set of criteria. For a petrol-headed driver like me, it lacks some detail refinement, but to many, its owner included, it has all the gadgets and comforts, without too many horrors (bills included) to cause sleepless nights. And all that LPG paraphernalia? Well it is a shame that Vauxhall didn't work a little harder to deliver accurate mpg figures through that on board computer, maybe a better LPG fuel supply gauge, and a neater switch for choosing which fuel to run on. But if you do the miles, drive a big thirsty V8, or don't like those noisy diesels, then its probably still worth another look.

Thanks to David for the loan of his car.

ⓒ Dan Ewing 2013

Alistair's 2006 Volkswagen Jetta 1.9 TDi SE

Do you remember the time when the term 'family car' brought to mind a traditional three box saloon car? As a young kid, most of my Dads friends owned cars like MkIV Ford Cortina's, or Vauxhall Victor FE's. By the end of the 70's even the most conservative of manufacturers had introduced hatchbacks into their range, desperate to tempt in practicality hungry customers. Many Dads switched to hatchbacks as they became more readily available. My Dad, ever keen for an automotive bargain, was an early adopter, buying a Renault 16, which probably best lays claim to being the first production hatchback, its production run starting in 1965. In retrospect the Renault 4 could be considered the first, having been launched in 1961, and selling hundreds of thousands by 1965, but Renault always promoted it as a small estate even after the hatchback term had became common place.

Since then other types of car have vidid for Dads attention, and the ultimate family car crown. The estate, the people carrier, the SUV, and most recently, the crossover, have all fought alongside the hatchback to usurp the humble saloon, but to my mind, there should always be a space on every Dads driveway for a saloon car. Enter my friend Alistair, epitome of good fatherly behaviour, and owner of this good old fashioned family saloon. Sensible has evolved slightly in the past four decades and the chattering middle classes have whole-heartedly adopted German brands to equate quality, in a way Ford or Vauxhall can only hope to match. Pulling up outside Alistair's sensible semi-detached house, in the sensibly priced part of suburbia, every drive seems to have at least one Volkswagen parked on it.

A quick chat with Alistair over freshly ground coffee reveals his thinking when choosing his Jetta back in 2007. He had been one of those people carrier entombed fathers, running a VW Touran supplied on lease-hire through work. Able to claim a car allowance and keen to get away from the “van like Touran” the then one year old, four thousand mile Jetta was chosen for its TDi engine (which Alistair had liked well enough in the Touran), decent sized rear seats for the sprouting teenaged kids, and its large boot. The SE spec delivered a nicely appointed, well finished, neatly styled car, with decent equipment levels, including electric windows all round, cruise control, a very well laid out double DIN stereo, various safety acronyms, and airbags a plenty. The seats are well sculpted with plenty of support and adjustment, trimmed in an attractive yet durable looking grey fabric. Dash and trim panels all have a soft touch finish that is textured like elephant hide and will probably last as long too.

It being half term and this being an archetypical 'Dads car' I decide to embark on a day of father like errands in an attempt to get into the mind set of the saloon buying 21^st century Dad. First up, is a trip to Waves in Whitley Bay to drop the imaginary kids off to go swimming with their imaginary friends. First impressions are of a super sharp brake pedal action that is going to take a little getting use to; light, accurate steering; and a ride that can cope well with the terrible road surfaces, that are such a feature of our road network these days. In reality, I don't want to be seen hanging around Waves during half term for fear of being labelled as someone who's had the S's fall off his Speedos, so I head off in search of a twisty road, which I'm guessing most fathers don't get to enjoy to the full very often when transporting the wife and kids around. But my imaginary wife and kids aren't here, so I'm gonna press on through the corners to see what entertainment awaits 21^st century Dad.

The results aren't too bad, although a little noisier than I had expected, the 1.9 TDi delivers 103bhp and 184 lb/ft of torque which is enough to pick up decent pace between corners. The gear change is a little notchy, but not in an obtrusive way, so I actually grow to like it in a strange way. The unbranded tyres scrabble for grip in these slightly damp corners as I try to power out of the bends, triggering off the skidding car logo on the dash as the Electronic Stabilisation Programme kicks in to keep everything under control. There is virtually no feedback through the steering wheel as to what those front tyres are up to, so the first you know about it is a rise in engine revs as the ESP does its thing. Turning the ESP off just seems to make the front end weave around slightly as the front tyres spin off any excess power, so it seems best left switch on. As you get use to the limits of grip, you can work with the system well enough, and enjoy yourself to a reasonable degree.

Fooling around on back roads isn't getting this list of jobs done, so next up it a visit to Ikea in search of storage solutions. Cruising into town, then out towards the Metro Centre puts me into the kind of driving environment these family saloon cars are more comfortable with. All the minor controls fall easily to hand, the stereo and climate control are simplicity themselves to operate. Although most of the trim is black and grey, it doesn't feel too somber in here, and theres some nice brushed metal trim that runs all the way across the interior, adding to the overall feeling of quality. There are quite a few blank switch panels, including some on the steering wheel spokes that remind you that SE trim is VW speak for fairly standard really. Who knows how many option boxes you'd have had to tick before all those panels had switches and labels on them, but it wouldn't have been cheap, or added anything that you can't happily live without, it would seem.

Emerging from Ikea with a stack of barely necessary purchases reveals the one weakness of any saloon car, new or old, narrow boot access. The boot itself in huge, which is fortunate as I've bought more than I had planned, and Alistair has left the church football teams training gear in the boot (one of his many sensible pastimes). A slight rearrangement and my bulky boxes fit nicely after some jiggery-pokery that wouldn't have been necessary with a hatchback. Searching for somewhere to put my drink whilst I finish off my hotdog (or should that be horsedog, or maybe hothorse...) I realise just how well served this car is for useable storage. The side pockets are deep and well shaped to hold various items in place, there are various usefully size cubby holes in the centre console, and whilst retrieving my purchases from the boot later in the day I notice more clever storage solutions, including luggage tie-down hooks, side pockets, and a 'curry hook' to keep your takeaway upright as you rush back to feed the hungry hoards.

Imaginary fatherhood is wearing thin, I'm running late, need to get back to the coast, wash the car, and photograph it in a couple of family-esque locations. Dashing back along the A1058 Coast Road, I remember something Alistair mentioned about a peculiar noise from the turbo. Having not really noticed it yet, I turned off the radio to listen out for it and, nearing the Sainsbury's car park, it became very apparent. Sounding like a distant emergency vehicle siren whirring up and down in tone as the turbo changes its velocity. Unique to Alistair's car? It would seem not, coz whilst buying a carwash token, a Golf TDi goes past making the same distant whirring sound. Car washed and the first few photo's taken, and despite turning the radio back on, I now can't ignore that noise, once heard, forever present.

Another car park and the usual strange looks as I position then re-position the car to get a better backdrop, and I finally take time to notice the exterior styling properly. I also finally park my Golf with a boot / poor mans Passat prejudice as I take on board the neat styling and proportions of this Jetta. Technically this it the fifth generation Jetta, although the third and fourth generation cars were called Vento and Bora respectively in the UK, it is in many ways the best looking, as the new grill treatment leaves the sixth gen car looking a little gaudy and cheap to my eyes. Alistair regrets choosing the dark blue metallic colour, but I recon it looks good and emphasise the chrome detailing nicely. I particularly like the kink in the roofline around the rear side window that allows the C-piller to widen down to the waistline.  Mooching back to Volkswagen Avenue, I can't help but surmise that the 21^st century saloon still delivers everything the 21^st century Dad could need. As I hand the keys back to Alistair, he admits to having a nearly new Golf lined up as its replacement because he needs the more versatile boot configuration!

Thanks to Alistair for the loan of his car.
ⓒ Dan Ewing 2013