Some sort of economic boom might eventually make it from Cameron’s speeches and into real life, but in the meanwhile there are many facets of post-crash Britain that will be here to stay: a boom for charity shops, car boot sales and – that new darling for anyone with an adjustable rear seat – a drive to the local tip.
Remember when the “bin men” sorted everything? Rubbish, however, no longer exists, having been deconstructed into the far more tangled issue of waste. For me, this spells existential crisis every time a crisp packet or Tetrapak empties. So invariably the “civic amenity” beckons on a weekly basis. Which is where the trusty D-Max comes in.
Or maybe where it doesn’t. You see, there’s a problem with pickups and recycling. Steer into our local one with the D-Max and, like a stick in an ants’ nest, it can send a swarm of hi-vized operatives into administrative overdrive. My Isuzu is literally an open invitation to earn green credit points – a large handy space for loading anything from hedge cuttings to broken toys and all the week’s recycling (because we missed the nocturnal street collectors). You can lob stuff in and, thanks to the handy cover, get on with any other plans safe in the knowledge that it’s not going to blow across the road as soon as you bust 10mph. But they don’t care about that. As far as the yellow men are concerned, the only way you’re coming in today is if your name’s on the list. And to get on that, you’ll need to have called 0845 etc 24 hours in advance and booked the flipping thing in through their database, while also not forgetting to take along proof of residency. The point of this red tape is to weed out the army of small businesses who might dodge their costs by muscling in alongside residents.
We are not, however, dealing with intelligent life here. So instead of giving the bloke on the ground the authority to admit or bar on the basis of the bleeding obvious, ie my truck isn’t emblazoned with business logos or attempting to offload half a ton of carpet offcuts, they adhere to the standard stonewall response. Undaunted, I have tried a little persistence. Ok, I could book my D-Max into their infernal system, but why should I? A fast-growing section of the driving population now buy doublecabs for private use. Why should they be deprived the same rights as Messrs Passat, Scenic et al? To be fair to the centre in question, something seems to be changing: they’ve recently been turning a blind eye – maybe, just maybe, in realisation that doublecab driving doesn’t mean you’re in the scrap metal trade and have a pitbull on the back seat. The revolution is slow in coming, but we’re getting there. The D-Max has proved it can deliver on car-like comfort and quality. Maybe someday it’ll also earn equal automotive rights along the way.
Roll-back cover ensures loose oddments stored in the back stay where they should when youíre out on the open road.
|Whats Not:||Large, bulky outline of the D-Max, as with all pick-ups, leads to it being treated as a commercial vehicle by bureaucrats! They are out of touch with new driving trends.|
|Date arrived:||27th November 2013|
|Mileage to date:||2,504 miles|
|Fuel consumption:||33.6mpg (official combined)
30.4mpg (on test)