Get revved up for the sensible Seat
IWONDER what the extraterrestrials will think when they come across Elon Musk’s Tesla Roadster, the surprise cargo he sent into space on his rocket last week? He had ‘Made on Earth by humans’ printed on the car’s circuit board just in case they can read. And speak English. The guy’s a genius, a PR-savvy visionary, the only player in a game for one. A real-life Iron Man.
I’ve often wondered what aliens would make of our so-called progress. What would they think of the concrete conurbations we’ve built, so billions of us can live like sardines, away from the openness and beauty of nature? I wonder what they’d think of the electronic devices we spend half of our lives on, talking to anyone but those nearest to us, and the fact we can’t stop ourselves from producing billions of machines that pump poison into the air we need to survive.
I know what I’d think. I’d think we’d lost the plot. Yet on we stampede, anywhere and everywhere, on planes, trains and automobiles, unhindered by guilt or reason.
Mrs E, the ankle-biters and I nipped off for a few days’ skiing this week. We travelled early Sunday morning from Gatwick. ‘You all right son?’ I asked Noah Nicholas Martin. ‘Yes, Dad, fine. I’m fine.’ It was his second day as a nineyear-old, after a birthday that saw him receive his first proper bike, an Eighties Challenge Ascot foldup. ‘What are you looking at?’ I persisted. Noah was spookily quiet for a kid going on his holibobs. ‘It’s the new Ferrari SUV... it’s a-mazing!’
‘NOOOOOO!’ I screamed. ‘Please God. You cannot let this happen.’ First Bentley, then Lamborghini and now Ferrari. ‘Dad, calm down. It’s absolutely gorgeous. Here, take a look.’ ‘Don’t be so ridic...’ And then I saw it. ‘Oh my.’ The kid was right and I was wrong. It is, indeed, a thing of extreme beauty. Far more stunning than any of Ferrari’s previous attempts at producing anything remotely practical. I’ve been in denial about the SUV luxury supercar market ever since it was mooted. But, I couldn’t be more wrong. Bentley’s Bentayga sales, for example, have been more than double their most optimistic expectations. Especially considering the average on-the-road price for a reasonably spec’d Bentayga is €400k. For which you could buy around 17½ of this week’s review car, the Seat Arona – yet another new SUV.
As I sat in the Arona for the first time, pressed start, engaged first gear and began to pull out of the drive, I could feel precisely nothing. Not even the things I could feel before I got in it. You know, the usual stuff – vaguely human, a bit tired from the night before, contemplative of what the day had in store. The Arona neutralised me. I was no longer a person. I was a Seat Arona driver.
Let me point out immediately that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this car. It’s spacious (for its class), comfortable and extremely punchy (especially considering the size of its engine). Visibility is excellent, the interior layout is both sensible and practical, it drives very nicely around town and cruising up and down the motorway, it has an eight-inch touchscreen with Apple CarPlay and Android Auto.
But none of that translated into anything remotely attractive to me as a car enthusiast. I have no idea specifically why not. The selfsame features in other cars can be almost impossible to resist gushing about. But not in the Arona. Perhaps it’s because everything is shrouded in black. It’s everywhere. Like the North Pole in midwinter or a confederation of funeral directors.
I liked the driving position and some far less important things like the shape of the bonnet, the feel of the hand-stitched leather gear knob and how I could talk to the kids in the back because the front seats don’t cut off all the energy, even though they are massive. But none of that registered on my hard drive of emotional triggers that make me want to recommend a car.
I can put this down to only two SIMPLY THE MOST SENSIBLE CAR I’VE DRIVEN reasons. Either I need a proper emotional, physical and psychological MOT, like those they do at the Mayo Clinic in the US. Or... This is simply the most sensible car I’ve ever driven, with everything just as it should be and no surprises. A car, perhaps, for people who have no interest in cars. They might be interested in most other things you need a car for – dogs, bikes, shopping, day trips, road trips, looking at nice things passing by. If you want any or all of that but don’t want a car to get in the way, this is for you. It’s also quite good value for money, quite good on fuel and quite a lot like a mini version of the hugely successful Seat Ateca.
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