If you are expecting some technical information such as HP ratings, Engine size or any other geeky data regarding the BMW X3, then you better skip this article. But if you would like to know a real world, female experience, then this is for you.
The crankandpiston team recently asked if I would like to take part in this test and as you can imagine, I jumped at the chance. So a couple of phone calls later and my husband arrived at the house in this beauty. As a way of introduction he started the drive, and when we were together in the car, all he could talk about was how quick it was, how the new technology was so “cool”, and the rest was all blah blah blah… After a few minutes I found myself wondering what to cook for dinner: whether I had any sweet chilli sauce left for a salad, or if I should open a bottle to compliment the beef carpaccio. Oh, had I called the bank to inform them about my passport renewal?
Then I came back to planet earth as I heard my husband asking how I felt about the amazing ride quality. I turned to him and said I needed to have a go before commenting, and to my surprise he said, “why don’t you drive it during the weekend?” Was he ok? Did he have a fever?! Normally I hate driving his car because every time I go over a bump, I need to worry about it’s rims or bottom hitting the floor, parking in a remote location so nobody dings the doors, etc. But this weekend my car was being serviced, so the X3 was mine from Saturday onwards.
We don’t have any children yet and I love my sleep on the weekends, especially after a late Friday night with friends. But Saturday was my (very) early morning spin class, and since these lessons usually make me feel like I deserve a barbeque afterwards, I was ready for the off at 8.40am. First thing I noticed was the reverse camera, a lovely feature with signals (or lines I should say) showing the driver how to pull out of the drive backwards without mounting the gateposts. I ‘like’.
Halfway down the road and I see a speed-o-meter on the windscreen. ‘Like’ that too. When driving to work every morning, most of the time I am on autopilot and can sometimes be a bit eager with the accelerator. This was perfect. I felt a bit cheated when I realised it was a reflection from the dashboard rather than built into the windscreen itself, but it was still lovely. So far so good.
Gym session done, I went to the mall to do some shopping and when I came out – still thumbing through my mental checklist - I had, of course, forgotten I was not in my own car. Ten minutes of frantic searching later and, ta dah! There was the shiny, beautiful machine I was driving.
Now to get the bags into the car. This simple task is normally a bit of a performance: leaving the bags on the ground while I bulge my triceps to heave the heavy door open usually leads to frustration that the now dirty bags have sullied the interior and I drive off in a huff, having forgotten about the Starbucks latte on the car’s roof, which promptly spills across the rear window and results in a trip to the nearest car wash. Not this time.I pressed a button on the key fob, and the boot opened by itself! Big, big ‘like’.
Later that evening I took our gorgeous dog to my friend’s house for a barbecue. Gokwan (the dog) doesn’t like being in the car much. I’m not sure if he thinks every journey is a trip to the vets or if he gets car sick, but he is generally uncomfortable with the whole experience. But he did like the x3. So much so, he fell fast asleep. That shows me how good the suspension of this car is.
I am currently in negotiations with hubby to keep this car, trying to make him believe it is a very feminine car and he should stick to his sports cars. For now though, I can say that the BMW X3 drives like a butterfly and gets a big ‘like’ from me.
- Lady Vroom Vroom