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Opinion: should you care what other people think of your car?

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Opinion: should you care what other people think of your car? | Top Gear

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It’s not The Grille that’s the problem. It’s what it says about the owner…

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Opinion: should you care what other people think of your car?

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It’s not The Grille that’s the problem. It’s what it says about the owner…

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Opinion: should you care what other people think of your car?

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It’s not The Grille that’s the problem. It’s what it says about the owner…

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Opinion: should you care what other people think of your car?

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Opinion: should you care what other people think of your car?

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It’s not The Grille that’s the problem. It’s what it says about the owner…

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The new BMW 4 Series is one of the very best new cars I’ve driven this year. There’s nothing it doesn’t do brilliantly. Apart from having a bumpy ride on back roads. But I can forgive BMW that, because the handling is so tight, and it’s not Munich’s fault that British roads are rougher than a Matthew McConaughey snoring fit.

But I don’t want one, even though it's a beautifully made, refined coupe. And that’s because of how it looks. Not because it’s ugly, per se, but because it’s insecure. This is a car that screams very loudly ‘I’VE GOT A BEE-EMM-DOUBLE-YOU’, and that very fact makes it deeply uncool. If Lionel Messi or Lewis Hamilton got tattoos that read ‘I’m statistically the greatest of all time’ then it would take the sheen off their talent. And that’s what the BMW mega grille does. It broadcasts a vulgar image to the world.

There are other cars that fall into this trap. Most of them are SUVs. I’m not a huge 4x4-fan, but anyone who argues that a Lamborghini Urus or a BMW X6M isn’t a seriously sorted bit of engineering is kidding themselves. They’re outstandingly versatile. A Bentley Bentayga is, for me, the most roundly talented multi-discipline vehicle on the planet. But I will never yearn for one, because driving around in one says something awful about the occupant. I’d put up with a Range Rover’s shoddy infotainment and narcoleptic gearbox instead.

So who is at fault here, my pathetic preference to not appall complete strangers, or the cars? We’re all brought up (on the whole) to live and let live. Everyone’s got different tastes and their own must-haves, and you shouldn’t worry too much what other people think of you. Down that road lies bad fashion choices, buying tickets to see bands you’re not actually keen on, and deep, throbbing regret in a tattoo shop.

Sorry, I can’t help it. I haven’t got the armour-plated Teflon skin required to drive a thrusting, hulking, bolshy piece of German marketing and not feel hideously ‘seen’. And this works the other way too. I want a Polestar 2 more than a Tesla Model 3, despite having driven both and concluding the American car is the superior product. And as I quietly froze to death at a motorway services, on hold to three useless charging companies, while a parade of Tesla drivers made a flying visit to the Supercharger and carried on their merry way, my last waking thoughts would be ‘ah well, at least I don’t look like an internet forum user'.

I could make the case all modern supercars are better enjoyed as convertibles, because they’re now all so quick and capable you might as well have the added thrill of going topless lobbed into the mix. But if my lottery numbers came up tomorrow, I’d be surfing the classifieds for a hard-top McLaren 675LT, not a Spider. Because… I just couldn’t. People would see me.

So perhaps this isn’t just an opinion column, it’s a public cry for help. Would anyone else out there deliberately deny themselves the very best car in its class because of what it says about them to people they’ll never meet, and choose something a bit worse instead? On an unrelated note, I’m off to configure a Honda e, a Volvo V60 and a Lexus LC 500 Convertible.

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The new BMW 4 Series is one of the very best new cars I’ve driven this year. There’s nothing it doesn’t do brilliantly. Apart from having a bumpy ride on back roads. But I can forgive BMW that, because the handling is so tight, and it’s not Munich’s fault that British roads are rougher than a Matthew McConaughey snoring fit.

But I don’t want one, even though it's a beautifully made, refined coupe. And that’s because of how it looks. Not because it’s ugly, per se, but because it’s insecure. This is a car that screams very loudly ‘I’VE GOT A BEE-EMM-DOUBLE-YOU’, and that very fact makes it deeply uncool. If Lionel Messi or Lewis Hamilton got tattoos that read ‘I’m statistically the greatest of all time’ then it would take the sheen off their talent. And that’s what the BMW mega grille does. It broadcasts a vulgar image to the world.

There are other cars that fall into this trap. Most of them are SUVs. I’m not a huge 4x4-fan, but anyone who argues that a Lamborghini Urus or a BMW X6M isn’t a seriously sorted bit of engineering is kidding themselves. They’re outstandingly versatile. A Bentley Bentayga is, for me, the most roundly talented multi-discipline vehicle on the planet. But I will never yearn for one, because driving around in one says something awful about the occupant. I’d put up with a Range Rover’s shoddy infotainment and narcoleptic gearbox instead.

So who is at fault here, my pathetic preference to not appall complete strangers, or the cars? We’re all brought up (on the whole) to live and let live. Everyone’s got different tastes and their own must-haves, and you shouldn’t worry too much what other people think of you. Down that road lies bad fashion choices, buying tickets to see bands you’re not actually keen on, and deep, throbbing regret in a tattoo shop.

Sorry, I can’t help it. I haven’t got the armour-plated Teflon skin required to drive a thrusting, hulking, bolshy piece of German marketing and not feel hideously ‘seen’. And this works the other way too. I want a Polestar 2 more than a Tesla Model 3, despite having driven both and concluding the American car is the superior product. And as I quietly froze to death at a motorway services, on hold to three useless charging companies, while a parade of Tesla drivers made a flying visit to the Supercharger and carried on their merry way, my last waking thoughts would be ‘ah well, at least I don’t look like an internet forum user'.

I could make the case all modern supercars are better enjoyed as convertibles, because they’re now all so quick and capable you might as well have the added thrill of going topless lobbed into the mix. But if my lottery numbers came up tomorrow, I’d be surfing the classifieds for a hard-top McLaren 675LT, not a Spider. Because… I just couldn’t. People would see me.

So perhaps this isn’t just an opinion column, it’s a public cry for help. Would anyone else out there deliberately deny themselves the very best car in its class because of what it says about them to people they’ll never meet, and choose something a bit worse instead? On an unrelated note, I’m off to configure a Honda e, a Volvo V60 and a Lexus LC 500 Convertible.

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It’s not The Grille that’s the problem. It’s what it says about the owner…