Comfort’s

I DID nearly a thousand miles in the space of 48 hours this week.

In the wrong sort of car, that sort of distance can be a pain in the butt – literally and metaphorically.

But in an S90 D5 Volvo it was all over in the blink of an eye and only one time-wasting fuel stop.

Aimed at the sort of people who’d normally be attracted to cars like Jag’s XE, an E-Class, A6 or 5-series BMW, the S90 does things more Swedishly – despite its Chinese parentage.

There’s a definite arrogance surrounding a German executive saloon, isn’t there?

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it might explain why they tend to live in the outside lane of UK motorways, right up the chuff of the car in front. It’s true. They really do.

That’s definitely Swedish way.

The S90 is much more subtle, more restrained in its appearance. I’d even go as far as to say anonymous.

But when you’ve got big, high average speed distances to cover, that’s not a bad thing in many ways. A lack of flashiness probably scores highly when not the