Between the choice of a Toyota Auris and a VW Golf, I went for the Wolfsburg car.
The Toyota would be too uninteresting, I thought.
It would be simpler if I didn’t write a review at all. Nobody needs to know I drove this and no-one need ever discover what a hard time I’ve had writing something intelligent about Europe’s favourite car.
What will I remember about the Golf? Two or three things. One, the interior door grip is squeeky. It’s made of two shells that don’t fit precisely. In counterpoint, there are two interior rear roof lights that don’t budge when you turn them on. They were well-secured to the roof, not the headliner. And you’re never sure you’ve turned them off. Two, the CD player is in the glovebox. Three, the boot is smaller than I liked. Lots of litres are wasted under the boot floor panel.
VW didn’t offer pockets behind the front seats and there’s no rear centre arm-rest. But you get flock-lined door bins. Millions of people will not enjoy long drives in the back of this car but phones and falderal are well-catered for.
The rest of the Golf offers an identical experience to a Hyundai i30 or Kia Ceed. The Golf is what people want and driving this has offered an insight into the tastes and preferences of all the people who don’t read DTW.
Here’s that door bin:
If I think back to the other mid-rangers I have driven I can say the Golf has been the most difficult to discuss because there is so little to engage with: almost faultless, sums it up. Apart from the boot, door-handle and arm-rest. And the HVAC controls can be called fiddly. It adds up to nullity with some minor snags.
I could never spend my own money on this. And millions do. Interesting, that.