This week, the odometer on the Toyota GT86 I’ve been looking after since last July clicked past 27,500 miles. Which means I’ve been driving it a lot.
And it has been easy, not only because of the qualities of the car, which are legion, but also because of the reactions of other road users to it.
What you drive, as you’ll suspect, is intimately related to the way you’re treated by other road users. I’ve known about this for a long time, but until the Toyota came along, I tended to swap between cars as often as I swap socks, and any niggling suspicion here or there that I wasn’t being let out of a junction because I was driving, say, a BMW X6 M would soon be gone, because the car would be, too, and the moment would be past.
Now, though, it’s easier to see the differences. I’ll be in the Toyota for a week and everything will be rosy. Yes, the GT86 is a sports car, but an unassuming one, so nobody gets annoyed with it and a few people are impressed by it.
If you’d like to be let into a busy flow of traffic, the chances are that if you drive a GT86, you will be. If you pull into a faster flow of traffic, nobody really minds because it’s assumed that you’ll hitch your skirt up and get on with it. I’ve come to be very familiar, and extremely content, with the way the Toyota is viewed.