Honestly, this is probably the first car which took its time until I really started to like it. I mean, before jumping inside and even some time after that, this looked just like any other BMW to me. Nothing special, just your average grey sedan. After I got closer I started noticing those bigger than usual alloy rims, but then I climbed in and boom! Dark as a cinema theater in there.
Black leather upholstery, black plastic on the dashboard, there was black everywhere. It's like this car was made for someone who has a different suit for everyday of the week, except all of them are the same color and model. This appeared as boring as watching the weather channel instead of foreplay.
Well, appearances are always deceiving, since the second I pressed that accelerator pedal the whole car went bazooka on me. This is a fast, fast vehicle. I have to admit, most of the shortcomings I saw while preparing myself to actually drive pretty much vanished the moment I actually put it to the test.
Still, as elated as I may seem about its performances, some facts remain. This will never do it for me at the mall. Too macho. Everything about it just screams testosterone. Oh and to every girl out there who thinks she can manhandle (poor choice of words, I know) a car like this I only have one word: biceps.
You'll need those muscles in everyday driving, but especially when you will be forced to put it into reverse. I tried, I honestly tried guys, but if it hadn't been for my boyfriend in the passenger seat I would have never been able to back up that one way road I accidentally drove on from the other side.
Seriously, the car is nice, the boring interior becomes a bit more attractive once you get used to it and it goes like no other diesel I drove before, but the fatigue from operating all those manly controls really got to me at the end of the day. Even the steering wheel feels hard to turn. Nope siree bob, the BMW 330d xDrive isn't for me.