Indeed I had thought a lot about the GT ability of the PanzerWagon as we had shot from Manchester, through Birmingham and into the soft, warm lands of my everyday.
Indeed again, when she was new, nothing this side of £50,000 (in today's money) worth of car would have felt more quiet, more solid.
I had kept my right foot in roughly the same position on the accelerator. I had let the inclines, the declines do the talking. A 307 had dueled with us. For my part I had just kept my foot in the same place. Perhaps he was doing the same but he did seem to be taking more than a passing interest in toying with the big green German. Later a police rider joined via a slip road. I hung back a little. The 307 steamed ahead using the rider as a gauge to how fast he could go. He did get a little too close though. After the rider had left our company I had let the speed build slowly, no urgency. The 307 had again steamed off. 20 minutes later flashing lights on the hard shoulder came into focus as our friend the 307 was pulled over. A sign, I thought. Of course, I backed off a bit...
Today I was given an hour in an S4. The supercharged V6 would never feel underpowered. Never would you want for comfort or any type of a gadget. Never would you complain that it was a stressful car to drive. I found it so unstressed, in fact, that I could have easily driven it all day.
The inevitable run down the Slad Road produced no tom-foolery. I was happy to cruise in a low gear. The sequential semi-auto double clutch S-Tronic thing with paddles was semi-fun. Very quick changes, bit of blipping on the down changes.
Really though, at the bottom of everything, considering the mood, the soul of this car, I don't think I could justify spending the extra on tax/fuel/tyres over the 3 litre TDI...
Yea.
I'll stand by that.
Transmission Ends...
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