As a regular reader of this column I have to say I felt a bit self-conscious when asked to write about my car. Could my manhood survive the confession that I drive neither a Porsche 911, a Ferrari BB or a Mercedes SL65? And that’s without admitting my shame at not having a boat moored in Puerto Banus or jet being tended lovingly in a private hangar.
But then the realisation hit me like a right hook from Henry Cooper that size really does matter, which is why I am so pleased to be the owner of a Smart Car.
This compact and practical little motor allows me to reach places bigger cars can’t. And as I’m happily married with a daughter just approaching a month old, my need to impress is not hampered by the absence of a black horse on my key ring.
My car is also an extension of my corporate personality – practical (I can park in tiny spaces outside Waitrose) and economical (with petrol prices this high, the smaller the tank the better).
The Smart Car may not be a supercar in the traditional sense – reaching 60mph in around three and a half minutes is not going to compete with an Aston Martin – but this is more than compensated by the Smart Car’s practicality. For instance, dent-resistant plastic body panels mean that when it comes to bumper-to-bumper parking you can simply shunt your neighbour out of the way.
Moreover, the manufacturer is eco-friendly. It ensures that all aspects of the development of the car adhere to strict green guidelines, which include the recycling of many components.
But the piece de resistance is the price, which starts as low as 6,775 for a ‘Smart for two’. And many models are the cheapest on the road to insure.
So I’m proud to be a Smart Car driver. While it might not be Viagra on wheels it, like my personality, has done just fine so far. So forget your Z3s and your Testarossas – when it comes to class and edginess my Smart Car wins every time.