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BMW 330d M Sport
But despite the car makers’ ability to build products to a fantastically high standard, I’m always amazed by some of the design faults that make it through the testing and development phase. The seatbelts in my Mercedes, for instance, are almost impossible to fasten. Did the boss not notice this, in which case he is an idiot? Or did he think, like an internet service provider, that not quite good enough will do?
Even if we take the Range Rover V8 diesel, which can do more things to a higher standard than just about any other car on the road, we find a wiper system that collects dirt from the car in front and smears it all over the windscreen so you can’t see where you’re going.
And now we arrive at the BMW 330d. In many ways, this is a perfect car. Anonymously styled for maximum anticock inoffensiveness, it’s the right size and it’s fitted with a diesel engine of unparalleled smoothness. You can find more power elsewhere, and more economy. But for a combination, with almost none of the tingling you normally get from a coal burner, this big six is the tip of the arrowhead.
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