MONDAY - Probably sounds weird, but this morning I’m seized by a powerful desire to boot myself right up the behind. Why? Because I’ve never taken the trouble to own a Volkswagen Golf and now I regret it.
I’ve been driving a Golf 2.0 TDI 150 DSG and am thoroughly sold on it, to the extent that I feel like hiding it from the bloke who arrives tomorrow to take it back.
How can a car this ordinary be so exceptional? After much weekend brain strain, I reckon the secret is in how brilliantly it adapts to every mode of ordinary driving. I’ve always known VW chooses its best people to work on a new Golf but have never before seen the proof so clearly.
It’s the tiny details that make you love it. The relationship between rear-vision mirror and rear screen is the best I’ve encountered in a car. The way the VW roundel protects the rear-facing camera until you need it is genius. The gearshift paddles fit my fingers better than any Bentley’s or Ferrari’s. And there’s stuff like that wherever you look.
One tip, though: make sure you kill the horrible ‘adaptive lane guidance’ before you drive. It gets our wrinkled roads all wrong and makes a great car feel like a Reliant Robin.