Continental Cruiser
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Three friends to take out for a swanky celebratory dinner in deepest, darkest Berkshire? Look no further than Crewe's latest drop-top (via Wolfsburg). The ecurie25 blue beast looked exactly the part, but could I persuade the passengers to go al fresco?
There isn't really too much to add to the many reviews of the Continental GTC; it pretty much does, goes and performs as reported. There is plenty of space for four fully grown occupants (and comfort in the rear even with the front seats occupied by two 6 foot plus-ers and the roof up), there is every toy imaginable available inside and it goes like stink with a wondrous bass rumble for accompanyment. The ride is excellent, and the (adjustable) suspension copes admirably with the beast's lardyness in delivering excellent handling. Naturally the suspension was wound round as far to the 'sport' end of the scale, but even then there wasn't any undue harshness. As might be expected there isn't a significant amount of feedback provided, either to seat-of-pants or through the tiller, but that isn't the point of a GT cruiser like this.
And the bad points? Most noticeable was the sat nav that appeared to be from a bygone era; it managed to provide directions OK, but the user interface and graphical display were significantly lacking by today's standards.
Did we get the roof down? Alas the girl's coiffure apparantly wouldn't withstand the buffeting, so the only convertible time was limited to when I was in the car alone - and I can highly recommend the experience.
There isn't really too much to add to the many reviews of the Continental GTC; it pretty much does, goes and performs as reported. There is plenty of space for four fully grown occupants (and comfort in the rear even with the front seats occupied by two 6 foot plus-ers and the roof up), there is every toy imaginable available inside and it goes like stink with a wondrous bass rumble for accompanyment. The ride is excellent, and the (adjustable) suspension copes admirably with the beast's lardyness in delivering excellent handling. Naturally the suspension was wound round as far to the 'sport' end of the scale, but even then there wasn't any undue harshness. As might be expected there isn't a significant amount of feedback provided, either to seat-of-pants or through the tiller, but that isn't the point of a GT cruiser like this.
And the bad points? Most noticeable was the sat nav that appeared to be from a bygone era; it managed to provide directions OK, but the user interface and graphical display were significantly lacking by today's standards.
Did we get the roof down? Alas the girl's coiffure apparantly wouldn't withstand the buffeting, so the only convertible time was limited to when I was in the car alone - and I can highly recommend the experience.
What a remarkable purple patch you am having with these things! 
These CGTs may represent an ever increasing danger to the serial sacred schnell acolyte: whilst the GTC featured here, will remain a dongle for the compulsive chuckista alone and for some time yet, their tin topped brethren are now half the asking in meat markets from beer to eternity.
It will only be a matter of hours before £50k is breached, then £40k at which point, gruff men from parts of Yorkshire will appear, genie like with bluff demeanours and underpants brimming with creased foldage, demanding ownership.
In this scenario, previously held and completely illogical biases will evaporate and these big fingered, ex farmer types will undertake the pilgrimmage to Heckondwike at even greater velocities than their supercharged Rangies could previously have mustered.
Pause for concern, then...
These CGTs may represent an ever increasing danger to the serial sacred schnell acolyte: whilst the GTC featured here, will remain a dongle for the compulsive chuckista alone and for some time yet, their tin topped brethren are now half the asking in meat markets from beer to eternity.
It will only be a matter of hours before £50k is breached, then £40k at which point, gruff men from parts of Yorkshire will appear, genie like with bluff demeanours and underpants brimming with creased foldage, demanding ownership.
In this scenario, previously held and completely illogical biases will evaporate and these big fingered, ex farmer types will undertake the pilgrimmage to Heckondwike at even greater velocities than their supercharged Rangies could previously have mustered.
Pause for concern, then...
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