Month 4 running a Nissan Qashqai: a face-off against the Mitsubishi Outlanderĭon’t mention this to my missus, but sometimes the best way to appreciate that which you’ve already got is to have a quick go in something else. So it’s a good job I have finally learned to slam the Qashqai tailgate without simultaneously buckling the bike’s front wheel…
#Nissan qq 2015 driver#
Do I not realise that it’s actually the back roads that are the problem? Have I not noticed how the local mumsies do not so much drive their gargantuan 4x4s as aim them? How many times have I been borne down upon by a cold steel tsunami the driver of which is imitating an owl because Jocasta has just thrown up all over Jethro, again? Several weeks in, loose robes grease and mud bespattered and fingers fairway divoted by sharp-cut Shimano gears, I had the temerity to suggest that, it being but three miles away (only 200 yards of which need be main road), young sir might actually ride his bike to school. Rent key fob now irreparable after three attacks of Superglue aside, the clattering equivalent of a tin can tied to a tom cat’s tail emanating from the front end on start-up allied to intermittent power-steering noises reminiscent of a frayed wire drawn over an unlubricated pulley might suggest a slightly baggy approach to build quality in a car not yet 7000 miles old. And I mention this because I’ve always harboured the sneaking suspicion that a car goes better when it’s clean. There’s sufficient depth of topsoil to establish a decent crop of winter wheat.Īll of which means that the ostensibly Quink-coutured Qashqai spends most of the time looking more like something the average zoo keeper would instinctively chase down with a sizeable shovel. Never mind the potholes it’s astonishing how much mud a tractor ‘n’ trailer combo can transport from field to carriageway.
The rolling greensward and honey-hued architecture of Mudfordshire might well prove an irresistible summer lure to those who favour the machinations of the Thetford Cassette over properly plumbed-in variants of Thomas Crapper’s throne of tranquillity, but, for those of us that actually live here, the state of the roads for the remaining nine months of the year is of far greater import. Month 6 running a Nissan Qashqai: groans and rattles from cold. The rattles and grimaces discussed last month are back with a vengeance, and we must simply take it on trust that they will all be fully addressed with the car’s first service, still some five months distant. The Qashqai really has, after just 7000 miles, become palpably baggy. Work within the powertrain’s modest parameters however, and all remains comfortably numb.Īll of which is not in the least designed to be damning with faint praise, because I’ve saved the proper damning for last. The 1.5-litre turbodiesel does, like any irritating offspring, become voluble when thrashed, and even then struggles to provide oomph sufficient to overtake on any straight shorter than that required by a departing B52.
When it first arrived I recall expressing concern that 109bhp and 192lb ft of torque might prove inadequate at shifting the 1400-odd kilogram tin with any alacrity, and those reservations have been confirmed on an almost daily basis.
The evil-smelling dog has expressed no opinion on its quarters astern, though if discontentment is represented by the frequency of flatulence, I think we’ve got off lightly.
#Nissan qq 2015 windows#
Fantastic condition inside and out, 2 keys, will come with 12 months MOT.The hooligans have been happy in the back (comfy seats, stacks of room, they can see out despite the pointless Gangsta glass and, hallelujah, the windows wind fully down).
0 kommentar(er)
