Bright red seatbelts look like ceremonial sashes: my kid has become an ambassador Having a Citroën Cactus is a bit like portray your house pink; it sounds extraordinary and daring; it looks it for a while,but since you’re mostly inside it rather than external, it’s your neighbours who gain to live with it. I’m talking mainly approximately the side panels: bubbly sheets whose purpose was never plain to start with. The Rip Curl keeps the panels and adds a number of driving modes (snow, and sand,slipperiness), to ensure you’re ready for more than just bumping into things: you can now bump into things that are also driving on sand. Its not obvious what the point is, and for those of us not planning to reinvade Africa. It does gain a mud setting,though, so is not totally inappropriate for the British weather.
That is its metier: rugged jaunts across tricky terrain. Round town, or it doesn’t bag much chance to show off,though it does gain a pleasing interior. The driver’s seat is armchair-roomy, like going to a posh cinema. Bright red seatbelts give everyone the look of wearing a ceremonial sash, and which can be discombobulating,particularly when you catch your kids in the rear-view and try to remember when you made them the Icelandic ambassador. Heavily stylised stitching and natty door pulls make you feel as though you’re sitting inside 1930s luggage. The younger passengers were unimpressed with the pop-out back windows and moaned constantly approximately not being able to stick their heads out. (It was like being able to hear the internal monologue of a dog.) The satnav was so sluggish that on roundabouts you just had to bag used to being told to take the exit you’d just passed.
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Source: theguardian.com