The Germans do an American style pick-up truck, Paul's not shut up about it since driving it
Pick-up trucks are cool, at least to those of us old enough to remember a pre-Mitsubishi L200 age where such things were either Tamiya-esque Hiluxes, car-derived commercials or, best of all, flare-sided, V8 powered GMCs (remember the Fall Guy?) or suchlike spotted at local custom car shows or maybe on Chelsea Bridge of a Saturday night. Actually, scrap that, the coolest pick-up is the El Camino ... or maybe the F150 ... what about Bigfoot? Anyway, you get the idea. Trucks are cool.
I was pondering this very thing on Twitter recently and praised the VW Amarok for being one of the smartest trucks on the UK market, a bit of class amongst the usual Japanese offerings that looked big on UK roads without being brash.
What surprised me is how many people agreed. And Volkswagen UK's awareness of this Twitter love led to them offering me one to try. I wasn't about to say no. This was my chance to live the dream so I signed up immediately.
It was no V8 bruiser, it had no chrome, no flares, no spotlights on the roof bar and (sadly) no confederate flag to be seen anywhere. But even with an auto 'box, 180hp diesel and 18-inch wheels swallowed up by huge arches it still managed to look (and feel) great. I wanted to park in the trade bay at B&Q, I wanted to head to the beach. I wanted to off-road. Damn it, I wanted to be 'lifestyle'. I wanted to live that dream.
The reality was lots of commuting (at about 28mpg) in a truck with a higher bonnet line than a new Range Rover and the width of a van, but I enjoyed every mile and even took it to a swanky black tie do at The Grosvenor and queued in a line of fancy metal for valet parking at the main entrance. The chap did his best to smile as he took the keys but clearly hated me as he'd missed out on driving the Maserati behind.
While he wasn't a fan, a Metropolitan Police officer was as he came to talk to me about the car as I waited to pick my girlfriend up from another fancy do in town. He wanted to replace his Defender with one, I showed him around it and he seemed impressed. Aforementioned girlfriend enjoyed our time with it too and we took it everywhere we went, most of the time I was a passenger as she wanted to drive it at every opportunity. She called it 'My Beast'. [Stop s******ing at the back - Ed.]
So while I was no Lee Majors, never did make it the beach or put anything in the back of it I still smiled every time I used it. In fact I smiled more than in any sports car I've driven of late. I want one, badly. With a body lift and big spotlights. Let's off road.
Paul