But, in spite of engineering improvements, a diesel car is still, well, a diesel: fuel efficient, but a bit dull. That, at least, summarised my own feelings until I took – all too temporary – possession of the new Audi TT.
My ardour was only mildly dampened when I saw the TT I’d been delivered was white. White is a fine colour for teeth and sitting rooms but not cars. It bespeaks a gaucheness that ill fits the subtle charms of the TT. That small disappointment was more than offset by the red leather of the smartly contoured seats which, but for an absence of dimples, might have been lifted from the chamber of the House of Lords. In fact, the whole interior is a joy to inhabit, the one solitary false note being an oval rear-view mirror that sacrifices to unconvincing style a proper view of the cars disappearing in your wake.
The mark of a sensible sports car is not rear seating, which is only there – as in this case – to make you believe that a coupe is more flexible than it actually is. Rather, it’s how it handles going slowly. Some high-performance cars really feel as if they’re straining at the leash, growling embarrassingly as you gingerly negotiate speed humps and the school crossing.
The TT is not like that. It’s a comfortable, unobtrusive city drive.
Source: The Guardian