For the purposes of work* I have blagged myself a few days in the US of A...
I managed to tick off a bucket list item I never knew I had by driving/queuing down manhattan in a glow of red brake lights and pissing rain with sax jazz on the radio like I was in Taxi driver.
i suspect you think I was in such vehicles as this...
but alas, I was in the spiritual successor to the Nova Saloon...the Ford Fiesta....Sedan?!?!?
whats it like to drive m9?
erm...it’s an auto eco boost with 120 bhp and a six speed auto, it drones like the first f1 turbo cars but is capable of wheelspin and much noise making.
The progress can be brisk but noisy but what is most alarming is it’s ability to continue to accelerate for a full 1-2 seconds after you have removed your foot from the go pedal, seriously it’s like an old school turbo it’s that bad.
i don’t know if it’s a us thing because they never floor the pedal or what but it’s so weird, I keep finding myself doing it for comedy effect.
it haz Apple play, which is my first experience of it and it is not too bad.
inside the cockpit, the car is too narrow and my legs rub the door and the centre console becuase my preferred driving/sitting style is to have my legs as akimbo as possible, as if my bollocks were watermelons. I don’t know why, it’s just how I like it.
also, I spent most of the first four miles of driving desperately searching for a lumbar support lever. The seat backs offer the same level of support you’d get by stringing Rab C Nesbitts vest between a pair of chopsticks.
anyhoo...beer and ribs haz arrived in front of me so Tata for now.
also, spotted old SAAB nearby and took shit photo.
Stream of conciousness over.