Car Dealers – Buying a Volkswagen Beetle
Of my rich curtain regarding friends, one of my favourites works as a salesman at our local Volkswagen car dealership. He’s not my favourite because I went to private with him – since I didn’t. I rarely nip out for a pint among him and he doesn’t partake in football which is where I recruit the majority regarding my mates. He does however have a very fat feather in his cap which demands attention – the phenomenon he works at a car dealer that allows him to drive a string of the very latest German metal. He’s got a attractive good track record of what he’s ‘test driven’ too. There was the turbo’d EOS which whereas is a convertible, is manly enough thanks to the riot going on under the bonnet that we looked heterosexual. There was the seaside trip upon some bikini clad lasses in a special edition Polo that masqueraded as a 4×4 and done jump beached on a sand ridge and the fact he lovingly waxes his Corrado seemingly every day makes it impossible not to feel stressed towards the VW badge. My trust in his judgement was severely dented this week however when two of us were recruited by him to witness his current test drive. I’ve bot in a VW Beetle in the past, all driven by women and all with a tall roof that nay only provided ample headroom, but also hid who I was from the watching world. Imagine then, my face when Volkswagen-dealer-friend turns up in a convertible VW Skipjack in off-white – along the roof down. Essentially it looked as though he was driving a giant pearl. One feature that did take my fancy though was the roof. Despite it being electric, it didn’t fold away in an overly extravagant manner, but merely rested on the boot. I doubt it does much for aerodynamics but it instantly artificial the Skipjack reminiscent to a classic Porsche 911 Cabriolet besides that’s no bad thing. Of course unlike the old Beetle ampersand the 911, the engine is now in the correct place under the bonnet. Whilst I’m nay an old-Beetle fanatic I don’t frown upon those who respect them – of which there are many. Despite conscious the extent about this affection, it’s the amount of looks the ‘new’ version still gets despite the design being nearly decimal years doyenne that astounds me. I’ve travelled around either testing or being the passenger in a multitude of cars and none have had the nods of commend the giant pearl had. Of course that’s not to remark that three men in any form of girly drop-top wouldn’t get starred at. So let’s address the styling then. Unless you’ve been living in a dingy at sea for the last decade years, you’ll know that the new Beetle is curvy, chunky and not a million miles away from the shape of the original. It’s cuddly and cute and the most womanly of cars on the road today. The front looks like a happy, smiley face and the back looks like…well, a happy smiley face. The symmetry of the lines is simple but effective, with the identical front and construct wheel arches joined together by the curve of the roof. It’s unite of the most recognisable car silhouettes ever – along with tout de suite again, the Porsche 911. Despite it men girly, the slate and simple lines made such an impression on cr I had to softcover in for a proper test drive. Albeit I’ve seen umpteen Beetles, it took the convertible to make me see what I’d been missing all these years. The drive is good, despite the Beetle being a sluggish car (even extra so with the safety reinforcements in the convertible) and the 1.8T engine shifted me along at a decent rate. The Beetle is prohibition the most practical of cars, however if you view it as a coupe (which it essentially is) rather than a hatchback you’ll be more than happy. After all, the new Beetle was basically a styling exercise that has turned out to be a roaring success. I mean what other car comes with a flower in a amphora on the dashboard?! Your Volkswagen businessperson can get you a new one relatively quickly, however the second-hand market tells you everything you need to know about owning a Tumblebug – you’ll fight to get hold of one. It really is the Marmite of the motoring world, those that hate it deferment away, and those that buy one are so in love they’ll never part. As for me, I hate Marmite, but I cherish the Beetle.