today was the 44th day of ownership of the car.
i did something spontaneous today.
as i was driving the car in heavy traffic, i wound down the front windows and opened the sunroof - fumes be damned - and reached deep into the glove compartment and pulled out my RayBans.
i haven't worn them for such a long time, i cannot remember when the last time was. it can't have been during the last seven years, because - frankly - i haven't been driving exciting cars over the past seven years.
but today it felt right.
my present car isn't the most accelerative car i've owned - in fact it is the slowest accelerating car since my 1992 Japanese 1.6 automatic. yet there is something about this car that encourages one to drive it in a sporting manner. a large part is due to its throaty exhaust note, and there's also its stance - which is relatively low and broad, combined with the high broad shoulderline and steeply raked glasshouse.
all the preceding elements - the sunroof, the throaty exhaust, the low and broad stance, the shoulderline and the glasshouse - evoke memories of my 1994 Honda Prelude. in fact, another thing my car shares with the Prelude is double-wishbone front suspension (the Prelude had double-wishbones at the rear too, my car has a multi-link setup), which likely reinforces the overall planted feel of the car (it helps that the whole car feels as if it were hewn from a single block of granite).
yes, this car makes all the right noises... including some more charismatic ones, such as the wheezing of the hydropneumatics when the car has just been started from cold - the latter serves to remind one that one is driving something rather special, with an engineering-design heritage that can be traced unbroken to the 1950s.
the British magazine 'CAR' once commented of the 1989 Citroën XM that it could switch personalities instantaneously between a sporting BMW and a cosseting Rolls-Royce. it gives me no end of satisfaction that the same can be said of this generation of C5. with its seven hydropneumatic spheres, this C5 makes mincemeat of the roughest of cobbled surfaces which previous iterations of C5 would transmit into the cabin. at the same time, its stance and plantedness encourage one to throw it around bends with a verve alien to its predecessors.
this is a true Citroën, in the very best sense. it is progressive in terms of its design - with echoes of the C6 in its three-quarters view (and therefore of the CX), relentlessly reductive in terms of its approach to the inherent compromises of suspension, and is therefore able to cosset its occupants from the rigours and harshness of the outside world.
like the best Citroëns, it is a car which is driven almost by thought alone. it rewards deliberate forward-planned driving, with its sensitivity to the minutest of driver inputs. as such, it encourages supremely confident driving - an impression reinforced by relatively few blindspots, large mirrors and all manner of active and passive exterior lighting and sensors.
at the same time it sets yardsticks that would trouble even a C6 in terms of the precision-movement of its interior switches and shutlines of its fittings, and the driver appeal of its clear instrumentation, softly bathed in ambient-lit orange.
this C5 is a Citroën like no other.
this C5 is a reason for RayBans.
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