Today the Brocky Method proved itself with lane assist. Well done both Brocky and VW for putting the shortcut in.
Rewind to yesterday, Covid jab at 2pm, felt ok. Went in to work a 12 hour night shift, felt ok aside from a sore arm. Around midnight I contemplated paracetamol as I was feeling slightly achy but decided I was ok. 2am I had a cuppa and again contemplated paracetamol but thought I was still feeling pretty good.
By 3am I was aching like buggery.
By 4am I needed my bed so shut up shop and headed towards the work car park celebrity that is my Clubsport (you wouldn’t believe the amount of random people that come and find me to pay it compliments) to take me home.
Seatbelt on.
Started engine.
Found some 4am chill out music (Still Waters, The Trip seemed apt).
Flicked the bean into D.
Turned left and pointed the nose south west.
Remembered a little way down the road that lane assist was still activated as I passed parked cars and therefore having to cross the white line. This wasn’t nice with an extremely sore arm and having the wheel nudging it.
Engaged Brocky Method and remembered what a godsend that was for simplicity. We should start a sticky thread on here for mk8 tips and tricks.
I can hardly remember the trip home. 13 miles of rural roads and the GTI showed it can do what a GTI is all about, it practically drove itself home, relaxing, comfortable and judging by my MPG’s quite briskly too.
Forget all that journo crap about bumpy ride and track orientated suspension. It is just crap.
The mk8 GTI’s even on 19’s and passive dampers are still remarkably comfortable cross country cars despite the fact their performance can happily mix it with the big boys.
On a trip like that, feeling really unwell, even the slightest discomfort would have been magnified a dozen times.
Fact of the matter was I just jumped in, didn’t worry about driver profiles or any of the other techy gubbins other than CarPlay via Bluetooth (which is the most user friendly thing ever) and let the car get me home to my sick bed.
13 miles later I was sat with a cuppa and some paracetamol, having found Mr Chapple’s latest vid to tranquillise me into sleep.
Moral of the story: if you want pop music then buy British.
If you want a car, a washing machine or Covid jab then get something properly made by Germans.
Unfortunately I got the British Vauxhall Astra jab.
Now where’s my painkiller pills....?
