winged-keel side, and that I’m about as handsome as a frog’s achilles tendon, but the statements weren’t about me.
No, they were about the car I was driving. The photos might give you a clue. You see, the Volvo V70 wagon I was driving, was big, long and black. “So, how’s the hearse?” was a question I didn’t quite know how to answer.
Ignore them I did. Especially as in this tester’s eyes, it’s a damn fine looking car. The chrome around the glasshouse, with the black metallic paint means it looks mean. Some people have mentioned that the wheels look a bit small too, but again, water off a ducks back.
And speaking of water, in duck-friendly weather, the AWD grip is appreciated. Sure the balance on turn in initially communicates a nose-heavy tendency, but when you’re really on it, the Haldex system gets the rears pushing just that bit more, to maintain a neutral stance.
Particularly at higher speeds does the V70 feel at home. This is the perfect car to lope across the countryside in. The term GT comes to mind, however let’s not kid ourselves – it’s not a sports car. The V70’s role is as a family hack. But oh, what luxury the kids and the dog have.
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