Now this may not seem like the most exciting news to many, but frankly, after all the trials and tribulations of the past few weeks, twinsmummy was in need of some light relief. And last night it arrived in the shape of a brand new Volvo XC90.
My new car has been the subject of great debate for a few months now. My other half and I have worked in the motor industry for longer than we care to remember, so our choice of car is significant. For years, we have driven whatever the company dictated. This has ranged from the sublime (Bentley Continental GT) to the ridiculous (Rover 200 Diesel IN TURQUOISE).
We haven’t had to buy our own cars, and as such, have become rather used to simply being given brand new vehicles on a semi-regular basis. It’s made us quite spoilt. When I placed my last order for a new company car before we moved to Dubai, I can remember being suitably disgruntled that my chosen paint and hood colour option (convertible, obviously), wasn’t available and I had to take a vehicle from stock. FROM STOCK? The shame of it.
Fast forward to now and we find ourselves without a second car and an urgent need to buy one. Bearing in mind we are on a ‘frugal’ drive at the moment, the initial options were quite frightening. My husband, keen to make a ‘sensible’ purchase and conserve funds, was championing something bus-like, Japanese, and with all the style of a block of lard.
There is some method in his madness as he works for the company that sells said lard-lookalikes, but still, there are limits to how far I will go to fly the company flag. Not very far as it turns out.
I looked at the bus-alikes. I even sat in one. I just couldn’t get excited about it. In the spirit of frugality, we have down-sized our house, foregone holidays, and taken to flying economy (splutter). But, start driving a bean-can bus? No thank you.
I made the appropriate noises. I said if absolutely necessary to the family coffers, of course I would drive whatever my husband deemed a sensible buy.
He’s not daft.
He tortured me for a few weeks with talk of Mitsubishi’s and Toyota’s.
I in turn retorted that a Range Rover Sport would be just fine thank you very much.
And in the spirit of maintaining happy karma in the household, he went out and bought me a Volvo XC90. I’ve had a thing about them for years after we drove one around New Zealand for three weeks. During this epic trip through forests, up mountains and along beaches, we realised it was the most fabulously built, stylish yet practical vehicle on the planet.
It drives like a car, but I can fit 7 people in it comfortably, without any of them having to adopt complex yoga poses in order to keep their legs attached to their bodies.
It is supremely comfortable and has all the toys I need to make my journeys enjoyable. Ok so it doesn’t have an interior designed by Victoria Beckham, but it is enjoyable to drive which dare I say it, is a fraction more important to me. It’s responsive, tight around bends and woomphy (technical car industry term) when it needs to be. It doesn’t scream “look at me” and it’s not too cool or too showy. It’s a very sensible car.
Dear God, I must be getting old.