I had reason to be in the back of Audi A6 the other day.
They have rather swish taxis in Denmark, I would say. Seeing a fully functional ashtray in the door of the A6 made me raise my eyebrows and I had the time to take two slightly blurred shots of the design. I don’t much care for door mounted ashtrays. They are positioned so that you must make some funny movements to get the smoking hand by the window to the ashtray or else switch hands and cross over your lap with the burning baccy. Not that I have actually smoked in the back of a car in about fifteen years, mind you. It’s quite theoretical.
I can’t imagine what it would take to get to sit in the back of a car and smoke. First I need to find a driver who doesn’t mind risking second hand smoke and then I need a trip to go on. A canter around the neighbourhood is not really a valid reason to fire up a Montecristo.
What I really want is to go on a long cross-continental trip and find myself gazing at the blurring night-time landscape of Belgium or the Ruhr and then think about having a smoke. I don’t imagine I want to be chatting at nineteen to the dozen either. Rather I feel the moment should be contemplative and calm. So I need a driver who can tolerate the silence. I can already see the problem with being driven at 150 kmph and having the window slightly open (which is essential). The negative pressure around the window will drag out the smoke but create a fairly awful whoosh.
The last time I smoked as a passenger in a moving car was when I was seated in a Jaguar heading to London. The smoke was not sucked out of the car due to the odd aerodynamics of the vehicle and the cabin filled with agitated fumes and bits of ash. Also, everyone was talking.
Who is the smoking passenger? Is it a senior executive? Are they smoking in Audis in Italy or Romania?