maxnix wrote:Ummmm. Aero and rosewood interior. Very tasty!
Give us some driving impressions.
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First, to everyone, thanks for the very kind words! Like I said, I love sharing the photos, and if you like looking at lots of photos, be sure to click that gallery link I posted.
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Driving impressions, eh? Wow, where to start. I think the best way to summarize is to issue a warning: If you buy yourself an M, you will quite literally be making any excuse in the book to get in your car and drive somewhere. Instead of checking your bank account on-line, you'll drive to an ATM. Instead of dropping the mail in the nearby mailbox, you'll drive to a post office. Instead of Netflix, you'll use Blockbuster just so you can hop in the car to return the videos. You get the picture. And you think I'm joking, don't you?
It all starts when you hop into the driver's seat without taking the key out of your pocket. No, scratch that, it really starts when you press that dang Start button. With a very smooth roar, the V8 powers up while the gauges do their sweep and the solar eclipse lighting fades on. The navigation screen plays a brief Infiniti animation, and it's just one button-pressing tribute to the nation's lawyers and you're ready to move.
But first, the 5.1 surround system fades in your DVD-Audio with speakers better than you've heard in any stock sound system. And it's about this time that you notice the navigation screen just said, "Phone detected."
Generally speaking, you're going to need to back out of your parking spot. So you flick the shifter to reverse and the audio system emits a pleasant, "beep" as the rear-view camera turns on. As you pivot the steering wheel, the car renders an angled diagram of where you'll be heading. New passengers will be at a loss for words and say something like, "Wow." And we haven't even got to forward driving.
You're on the street, your garage door is closing, and the car is in Drive. In other cars, by now you'd be beating yourself up because you forgot to program your destination into the navigation system. No worries. Speak "destination street address" and you're ready to go without taking your hands off the steering wheel. But first, remember, you're making a gratuitous trip to check your bank account, so it's "nearby ATM."
If it weren't for the children at play, it would be hard to obey the neighborhood speed limit! Soon, you're out on the boulevard, though, and sometimes you just need to get up to the speed limit as fast as possible. I'm not sure why this is, there doesn't seem to be any steadfast rule that says when this is necessary, but you'll know it when it's time. Slam on the gas and you're launched way ahead of the pack. If you happened to have VDC off, you will have made quite a scene. The woman in the Accord to your left will be in a panicked state, foot hovering over the brake, while the older man in the Benz to your right be thinking something Benz-like, "how uncouth!"
It's summertime, so you're driving with the windows down. This is particularly fun; you can really hear the car do its things. You can hear the engine growl with authority and you can hear the sport tires squeal.
It's not that you're a crazy driver. Seriously. You're not into that whole street racing thing. But sometimes it's just too fun to drive an M, so you have to indulge yourself.
And then when you get to your destination and park, you try to resist the temptation to turn around and take a good look at the M. But you've got no willpower. This time is no exception, you turned your head and said, "Wow."