Imagine the Peugeot you never wanted came flirting. It arrived with 4 numbers of no interest and an ass the size of a Gupta tender. It was the most surprising love affair we ever had.
Its badge was silly. What was it even? A Peugeot? And was Peugeot still even in South Africa? Deep down, you knew Dad would cringe if he saw you in it and even I, “journalist and all”, secretly raised an eyebrow after taking the key.
Partly at the Peugeot of course and partly at my self-donned title of 'journalist', which just wasn’t true. I was a big mouth at the very most, a commentator if I was generous. A journalist, I am not.
Still, there was this truth: "Who in Africa buys French anyway?" asked every boet at a braai, because French was bad. German was good. Jip, that there was Mzansi’s truth and that there was the truthful end of it
Then - this: The Peugeot 3008 and the overwhelming sense of ‘Jirre, I’ve been lied to for years and French is everything that the Germans are and perhaps a little more.' They call it 'Harmony Wood', but more on that in a bit.
Yes, as if an alcoholic in a circle of motoring despair, I was then prepared to admit it: I like this Peugeot. I like this Peugeot 3008 a lot a lot, but hey, I am just a big mouth commentator so what do I know? Nothing much really, except a little about a town.
Greyton is a superbly curated Western Cape gem that sits at the foot of a mountain. Original. The trees are bronze now for the most part and their leaves are falling. They blanket little roads that lead to pretty little houses that will make you think all about privilege.
From my 3008, it’s all about the privilege. Privilege, privilege, privilege. Coincidentally, it's bronze too by the way, which is a good colour for a car in a place like this in a season called autumn. It suits it quite nicely and for the most part it looks really good.
It's undeniably pretty, although a little chubby, but that comes with the territory and the world's fascination with fake off roaders. Truthfully, none of that really matters though.
Because, inside is where it shines most because inside it is quite spectacular. It's ergonomically wonderful and as classy as classy can be, materials to match. No, there wasn’t a moment that we didn't feel genuinely cared for inside it and that says a lot. It was gorgeously generous throughout.
But, it’s the smell of it that we loved most - we enjoyed momentary spurts of 'Harmony Wood' - a smell unique to the 3008 and a gimmick so cool that we fear for all non-privileged folk out there and the despair of old school leather. Pfft.
Peasants aside (and that includes us) it was dreadfully nice being privileged for a week then. Indeed, the 3008 GT-Line is everything we wish we could own, but even better smelling than that. Who would have thought?
It’s hellish quick too by the way, which is a bonus, and more than half a bar. But hey, that’s privilege for you...
So screw you Dad! What do you know anyway? Peugeot is in South Africa and you'd be silly to overlook it.