Where the wild things are
Posted: 20 May 2010
Injection of Soviet-era grey, heavy on the truck theme. Which is Poland's welcome; a country's main artery shrunken to the bare minimum and populated almost entirely by 18-wheelers, the roadside regularly dotted with 24-hour ‘Niteclub-hotels', or brothels, if you're being more prosaic. The X6 is in its element. The road is mined with ridiculous potholes and the kind of semi-suicidal overtake that seems to be a favourite with local traffic is not a comforting endeavour. Basically you get halfway around a truck and then find yourself with no option but to crash madly into a massive crater or be buttered across the front of an oncoming ERF. It means that anything without the X6's ride height and depth of rubber would be literally crippled within minutes.