Jeremy Clarkson, the famous host of Top Gear show, has put together a review of the BMW M3 Convertible, U.K version of course. The article was written in his unique style and while it’s quite amusing, I find it very well outlined and straight to the point.
I’m sure you will enjoy it as well.
It’s my job, each week, to come here and write about flowers, frogs, foxes and fornication and then, towards the end, say a little bit about the car I’ve been driving. It is not my job to tell the motor manufacturers what to do.
Some of my colleagues in this auto journalism malarkey are an extension of the car industry, shaping its policy and directing future operations. They are clever. They can understand and explain torque. I can’t. I’m just a punter, test-driving cars and saying whether I like them or not.
Normally, then, I would say that the satellite navigation system used by BMW is rubbish and move on. But with petrol at £400 a litre, we can’t afford to be wasting the stuff by driving to the shops via Dorset every morning. So, today, I shall break with tradition and urge BMW to talk to its sat nav suppliers, with some steely-eyed, Germanic sternness.
The system in the M3 I had last week did not know about the A43. It has no clue that the M25 is connected to central London by the A40. And it had never heard of the Fosse Way, even though it’s been around for 2,000 years.
Last Wednesday, I needed to drive from London to Corby, which, in my mind, was just a few miles from the A1. But the madman in the M3’s dashboard had never heard of the Great North Road and was adamant I should use the M1. So I did.