Forum Topic

I like “Smell the Roses” as a metaphor for the death-knell for the doomed SUV.Vast numbers of suburban oafs have already cut down their roses, pulled up the daffodils and abandoned half their garden to build the “must-have” extension of the age – a big nob-head man cave with a sweet-smelling air-freshener to keep it clean - or sometimes a mum-cave complete with baby fridge for the Prosecco.    These same oafs often own a whopping great SUV.I now see the SUV gradually getting far, far bigger before it finally outgrows itself, outgrows its own environment -  and eventually explodes into oblivion.In a few years the traffic jams in suburban London will be so huge that SUV devotees will be crying out for more and more space whilst waiting for the lights to change.  Futuristic designers at Jaguar and Porsche will quickly oblige.  Passenger seats at the front will turn into a running machine at the flick of a switch.  Why walk anywhere when you can spend hours in the gym whilst doing the  shopping.  Then there'll be a clamour for extra rooms where the vast back seats used to be - perfect for when the AI driver takes the wheel.  The unfortunate kids will soon be locked-up in the playroom with their smart phones whilst dad enjoys an hour on his bespoke en-suite loo whilst mum has her nails done in the 20 square-foot beauty bar - which once upon a time was a car boot.SUV advert in 5 years time - “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”Like the brontosaurus, the SUV big bang is inevitable.

Bill Danton ● 109d