Cycling, followed by spin cycling
MONTH 4 RENAULT SCENIC
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S WELL AS swallowing squabbling children, moulting dogs and endless gardening trugs of cut grass with ease, the rear of the Grand Scenic is also large enough to accommodate the Black Beauty – my gossamer-light carbonibre Merida road bicycle. I don’t have to part-dismantle it and remove the front wheel every time I want to head out for a legjellying slog over the South Downs. I simply lip open the boot (not forgetting to curse at how eectively its rubberised release button attracts road dirt and transmits it to my ingers), press the seat-folding button in the boot to drop the second and third rows, watch all ive seats lip down lat in a deeply pleasing orchestrated sequence and then simply slide in the bike. Genius.
I’ve already reported on how tricky and erratic the Renault’s key can be when it comes to entry and exit, but there’s no doubting the key’s build integrity. I inadvertently put it through a hot wash cycle this month, only realising it was still in the pocket of my jeans and rotating at 600rpm when I needed to collect one of my daughters from a friend’s house. An hour later, I nervously plipped the now squeaky-clean fob and... open sesame. Tres bien!