The repair shop put me in a VW CC, a sporty little sedan that somehow has an enormous trunk -- I mean, you could put an MG Midget in there. I think I would have known I was in a German car once I sat down in the cockpit even without the VW logo on the dash: there are three (3) clocks visible from behind the wheel!
It's very pretty, sleek and low-slung. The bucket seats are covered in soft leather, but it's already making my back act up. Mostly the getting in and out, I think. Possibly in part the driving a very nice car that isn't mine in traffic without the height and sightlines of the Lexus SUV-in-a-party-dress.
That said, it corners like a go-kart and putters along with a Jetsons-esque burble at fifty mph more smoothly than most cars I have driven did at thirty-five. All of the controls fall naturally under your hand and other than the futuristic keyless key (the fob is the key*), there aren't any surprises to be had in operating the car.
This is an automated posting because I need to get into work early tomorrow. With any luck, my car will be done and I'll need to drive out to pick it up. It's a long drive and is likely to take more than my usual lunch break.
* Although there is, in fact, a key hidden inside the fob for emergencies. Oh, it won't start the car, that's not how the keyless ignition works, but it will unlock the doors if the battery goes flat. Oh yeah, German car.
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