Finally I got my long red nails on a Volvo to see what the baby is capable of! Well, it wasn't red to match with my nails and it wasn't the so-much advertised XC60 with the famous city safety system either to see with my own big beautiful eyes how the car is braking all by itself during city travel when being at a certain distance from the vehicle in the front. Instead it was an XC70 to fit with a gloomy landscape in the absence of the desired snow from Christmas Eve. And since the vehicle has so many safety features, I would totally place it under the Christmas tree of a younger or older family with kids.
But coming back to my red nails, which definitely made a contrast with the silver(ish) of the outside of the car, I was happy to find at least one thing that could fit perfectly with them: the car's windows. Color, shape, design, everything would fit a distinguished lady. I just can't refrain myself from saying that, due to their black the side windows both from the front and from the back contour give the impression of some beautiful eyes painted with Mascara! Blink-blink! This is so amazing if you're to think that Volvo didn't even think about that! Or did they?!
Speaking about colors, the car maker surely didn't spare any hues of the brown decorating the inside of the cabin. In fact, there was a specific brown hue for each part: one for the seats, other for the seat belts, two or three for the center console and in case you haven't guessed already another for the steering wheel. Do I still have to remind you the exterior was almost gray?! To be honest, I have never seen so much brown all together in my life and I really don't care this is the favorite Swedish color for the inside of their homes!
This gives the car an air of my grandma's clothing... although my granny has some more up-to-date threads too. Also, the leather used for the steering wheel is too light cream and it will easily get dirty. The uglier part is that I have a bad feeling it won't be that easy to clean... The good news is that in case you decide upon the model, you get the chance to change the colors. Save God!
And since we're already inside the cabin, I just can not pass over the tiny glove compartment. Are you kidding me? It might be refrigerated and good looking but it's way too tiny for a lady's needs. For the family ones as well. For everybody's needs in general. And as if this wasn't unpleasant enough, the storage space on the driver's door is not at all what we would call a generous one. As a matter of fact, besides the huge trunk that seem to be the compensation for all, the storage spaces all over the car are just satisfactory big.
As far as kids are concerned, Volvo didn't seem think about them when designing the sunroof only above the front-seats. Leaving aside how discriminatory it is for the passengers seating in the back, the interior is not as bright as I expected for a car having this feature. And since I judged the XC70 from a parent's perspective, I would have wanted the delicate sun rays caress my child's rosy cheeks (in case I had one) through a larger sunroof while I'm too busy pressing the gas pedal to the bottom.
Mirror, mirror, sweet mirror, tell me: who's the most beautiful girl in town? Or in the country? Little does it matter when it comes to the large vanity mirrors of the XC70. They're just perfect to have my make-up done while waiting by the traffic lights! As for the other mirrors of the vehicle, they seem to share the same perfect category. They offer a very good visibility to the back which wouldn't be that surprising for such a safe car!
As for the safety chapter, the car is as full of airbags as my make-up kit with lipsticks. In fact, safety seems to be the chapter that convinced the skeptical me the most. Needless say how surprised I was when, as I was driving quietly on the city streets and admiring the Christmas landscape from the shop windows, a red light appeared on the windscreen accompanied by a thick telephone sound. Well, it wasn't my boyfriend calling to say how much he misses me but a sort of safety system to prevent possible collision to a vehicle in front of you when at a short distance. Not actually that thrilling as if it braked all by itself but definitely nice-to-have if you don't get irritated by the noise and the image very soon.
As classic things might be long-living but many times extremely boring, I strongly appreciate that the XC70 has no car keys but a car card to be inserted on the board right to the steering wheel. If I am not able to find the car card in my purse easily, I will certainly not miss starting the car's engine. Just insert the card, press the start button and off you go!
Now, let's take a look at my least favorite parts when it comes to cars: the bonnet and the trunk. The button to pull for opening the bonnet is as easy to find as a driving license in an organized purse but when I had to actually get it up I almost broke a nail until I found the tricky button. In reality, once you get used to the system, this wouldn't have needed so much trouble.
Just to compensate my effort to getting the bonnet up (which proved not so burden-lifting as in other vehicles), Volvo probably thought of delicate ladies like me when creating a button to get the trunk's door down. Very smart indeed. And also in the same smart category I would place the glasses holder instead of the regular useless handle above the driver's window. Hooray! Finally I get some intelligent space for my trendy sunglasses!
As for feeding the baby, the job is a piece of cake as the button for opening the tank's door is placed left near the steering wheel. No more ups and downs which would have been really difficult when wearing one of mini skirts.
But when it comes to changing the baby's diapers, things are not as easy. Did I say diapers? Oh well, diapers, tires, who cares when it's so nasty after all?! Big, impressive wheels don't actually go with long red nails!
Overall, the car might be safe to carry my potential kids in it and might have some features that would make it as unique as my handmade bag but that doesn't impress me so much as to stab my high heels into it!