And now, time to interrupt our regular programming to bring you a special guest appearance by a very dear friend.
My next guest needs no introduction Is that…: Yes
Let me finish: Sorry, my bad
Is that Tanveer’s 530d?: Technically, not anymore
Oh god. Is it yours now?: No, amigo
Then whose is it?: Sorry, I don’t kiss and tell. Unless you’re Scarlett Johansson. Even then, I don’t get beyond the former
So what are you doing with it?: Driving it, Einstein
Where to?: Goa. Where everything tastes better, and the prawns drive me crackers
Why?: Because 2020 was weird
Srsly tho. Y?: Because variety is the spice of life. And why are you typing like a juvenile delinquent?
So, inevitably, you might have questions. I hope that the extremely elaborate FAQ above answered most of it, but I know that’s a lot to take in. Which is incidentally the same thing I say to myself every time I see my wife land up home with all her shopping bags in tow. But stay with me, and I’ll try clearing this up as quickly as I can.
Prelude
My spectacularly brilliant decision to lower the 3 is what led me to this point of my life. While it remains fantastic to drive, the low state of being ensures it bottoms out on some speedbreakers and that, coupled with the low profile tyres, can be quite a pain to manage over non-existent Indian roads. But you’re smarter than me, and already knew that. Don’t do drugs. It leads to mistakes like this.
Mind you, I’m stupid and pig-headed. It’s a deadly combo. But the missus is a smart cookie. She doesn’t like the raw nature of the 3 for our multiple annual pilgrimages to Goa. And so, she cajoled me into asking a common friend to lend me the 5 (specifically, this 5) for a few days.
This would not only ensure the missus would be a happy camper, it would give me a chance to pitch its many virtues to her in a real-world setting over 1000+ kilometres. Amazingly, my friend of large stomach and heart agreed to swap cars for a bit. And so, I found myself at the controls of this rocketship, a course firmly keyed in to India’s state of eternal sunshine.
Torque dirty to me
So, given Tanveer and I are very different people, how would I describe this tower of power, especially when weighed up against the 328i?
Now, granted, the 530d is a stage 2, and so it needs to be viewed from that lens. But the breadth of its performance astounded me. My 3’er is a stage 1 pushing nearly 300 horses, but the 530d is just a level up in performance , rippling with beefy muscle that’s intoxicatingly alluring.
Comfort mode is just a smooth, linear stream of power, akin to being cosseted by fair damsels as they feed you a steady supply of grapes, or any other fruit of your choice really. Sports mode unlocks a level of deranged enthusiasm that is just not sane and almost certainly illegal in every Indian state. I played footsie with full throttle for only fleeting moments, such is the ferocity of the mid-range on offer.
Conversely, understeer was a bit vexing at times, doubtlessly a side-effect of the mass up front. Where the 3’er happily darts into corners, the 5’er needs to be corralled into action on occasion. A rag doll sports sedan you can throw around it most definitely is not. Respect this rorty Rottweiler, and it will not bite you in the derriere.
Business suit paired with running shoes
I don’t generally find myself entering Goa at about 6:00 am, but the curfew scuppered many a plan, mine included. And so I found myself shooting towards Amboli ghat at that time, with nary a soul on the road. And the big, burly 5 was just such a joy to throw around in the near empty twisties.
Sure, you had to be wary of that big lump up front (the engine, not me), and feed power in properly lest I get understeer, but that massive wave of torque made it so easy to keep it in the powerband and hustling from corner to corner in a way a car this big had no business doing.
What also struck me was the cocoon-like nature of the 5, in the way it isolated you (no pun intended) from the outside world, cushioned you from bad roads, speed bumps, and all other such nasty things out there waiting for you. It was just so refined, mature, and evolved in a way that was alien to me, and yet instantly welcoming.
This car really is a jack of so many trades, and it does them all superbly. The sheer breadth and depth of its expertise was staggering, in a way that is impossibly infatuating and alluring. This is a Teutonic titan that really does tower over all.
So how did she fare?
Flawlessly, in a word. It did not put a foot wrong anywhere, so to speak. The only oddity was a rubber beading above the front windshield that came a bit loose and was tap tap tapping away on the bodywork from time to time, especially when I was in full flow. Cars like this make you question why people need SUVs for urban commutes and highway inter-state travel. When you can have a car that looks like this, goes like this, and rides like this, why would you choose to get high, in an SUV of your choice?
To paraphrase Kipling, this is a car that can walk with kings, yet not lose the common touch. With it, I felt near unassailable, easily filling the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run. This car is a wondrous thing of beauty, and a joy to behold. But don’t take my word for it, below are some pics for you to feast your hungry eyes on.
Happy New Year, you filthy animals. I hope your celebrations were fabulous this year even if you were Home Alone. May 2021 be filled to the brim with high-octane thrills for us all.
A quick, rubbish pic clicked en route. Please don't judge me. It gets better, I promise.
Just throwing some shade
What a poser. That derriere is equal parts boot and booty
My geometry teacher would be so proud to see me using acute angle like this
This was the spot from Dear Zindagi. And yes, it's wildly popular for photoshoots!
For the
kitna deti hai public. This was 60% sports, 40% comfort, 100% awesome