The Volvo XC90 has been on the move a lot, again, to the Alps, to the former RAF Alconbury for an upcoming feature and to Ikea, all with other people. And to work, and back, and work, and back, with me. It’s the default choice for anybody who has a lot of miles to do.
To its skiing holiday occupants, it was superbly accommodating. They liked the same things I do: the ease and comfort of driving it, some luggage space even with seven seats in place and being able to push different seats up or down to squeeze in long loads.
But, like me, they found the odd foible. For example, if you need to pop the XC90’s gearbox into Park and unfasten the seatbelt and open the door — I often need to do it to open a gate, but my colleagues needed to in a French car park — then the car decides that you’ve finished your journey and switches off, even though you actually only wanted to exit the car for less than 10sec, to reach a payment barrier, or bin, or just to see where you’ve parked. So you have to do the whole restart process, which, if the Volvo can’t ‘sense’ the keyless key, as sometimes happens, is a right old nuisance.