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WEEK 9
URBAN COUNTRY SPORTS FAMILY MOTORWAY
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Back seat blues
TwicenowI’vehadcalltousetherearseatforcarryingpeople
asopposedtostuff.Thefirsttime,Ishovedmystep-daughter
andherlankyfiancethroughthetinyopening,wherehein
particularriskedpermanentneckdamagefrombeingjammed
underthatslopingroofline.Thenextopportunitywaswhen
wetookthepoorboy’sparentstodinner,butthought
betterofitandleftthe$75KLexusparkedforlornlyat
homewhileweschleppeditintheirhomelyKoreanSUV.
BODYOFWORK
However much
Lexus spent developing
those seats was money
well spent
Date acquired:April 2016
Price as tested:$76,500
This month: 1539km @ 10.9L/100km
Overall: 2889km @ 11.0L/100km
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Weekend getaway turns into a
staunch test for car and driver alike
I REALLY should have known better. Having
decided it was time to give the Lexus a gallop
out into the country, my timing couldn’t
have been worse. Friday evening before a
long weekend is hardly the best time to be
escaping the rat-race, especially when the
weather has been ordered by Noah.
We’re going to the opening of an art show
- I’m supporting an artist friend and trying to
appear more sophisticated than I really am –
but the traffic betrays my uncouth side. Why
the hell are people heading for beaches in
the middle of winter? Too late, my daughter
advises that the traffic is so bad she’s bailed
on a cross-town commitment. Smart girl.
Almost two hours inching along a so-
called ‘freeway’ – for which we pay a
princely sum, begrudgingly – is a test too
far for my notorious lack of commuting
patience. They’ve blocked a lane to ease
the congestion, which simply extends the
mayhem further back towards the office.
I invent a few new cusses.
Still, I’m determined to keep calm. We’ve
allowed three hours to complete a one-hour
drive, so the better
half and I kick back
to discuss the meaning
of life over a packet of
snakes in the vain hope I will
calmly sit in just one lane. Of course I
don’t, but each time I change lane the
one I’ve just vacated suddenly gains
pace and I’m left steaming inside
while trying to maintain some level
of dignity in front of the missus. How
do people put up with this every day?
But it proves two things: firstly that the
Lexus seats are wonderfully comfortable (and
the heating function is greatly appreciated
in weather like this, as would the cooling in
summer); and secondly that you wouldn’t be
without a modern automatic transmission.
Manual gearboxes are for dopes. Yes, I’m
talking to you Alex, and now that you’ll be
travelling daily over the Westgate Bridge,
only your Gen Y pride will stop you from
agreeing within six months.
Once we clear the Geelong Rd and its salt-
water junkies, we point towards Bacchus
Marsh and clear the plugs. It’s clear sailing
at last and we cover four times the distance
in a quarter of the time. The RC200t is in its
element now, cruising quietly, squat on the
road, lapping up the miles. We step out after
two and a half gruelling hours (at the end of
a working week) feeling delightfully fresh
and ache-free.
We park conspicuously outside the gallery
and those sharp lines and front-end bling
turn plenty of heads, but there will be no
blue ribbons tonight. The Lexus is certainly
eye-catching, but it’s no work of art.
DAVID HASSALL
Ark for art’s sake
LL