Smugly just spent a couple of days in southern Spain where it was hot enough to sit outside and drink cold beer. The reason was the media launch of the all-new BMW 3-Series, thrown around the twisty mountain roads behind Marbella to the point where this passenger was starting to feel queasy. It’s no criticism of the car – now in its sixth generation – or my co-driver. Rather it’s praise for a saloon which has so much grip and poise through the corners that it will take all you can throw at it and more. When a car is this refined you start nit-picking about things most people would be happy to have in their car. Though perhaps even Joe Public would turn his nose up at the truly hideous wood interior detailing that’s part of the newly launched Modern trim level. It looked like a chocolate yule log, bought from a cheap supermarket in early December and rediscovered at the back of the cupboard in mid-February. It’s so ugly there aren’t even any photos of it.
By the way, there will be no posting on Thursday because I shall be in Rome (expected to be a damn sight chillier than Spain) with my beautiful wife to celebrate her birthday. If I crack out the laptop and start blogging I’ll be shot.
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