George Osborne would love this. Once again, the key seasonally adjusted indicators for economic improvement are on the up.
Having broken the 30mpg barrier last month, we’re now managing 30.4. Pah! A 0.3 mile improvement, you say. But let’s get this in perspective. It’s no coincidence that the D-Max comes in options named after large chunks of the globe, namely Yukon, Eiger and Utah. It’s a Big Thing. And when I got the keys, I have to admit I had slightly over-stretched expectations. These have been accordingly revisited.
Truth is, I misread the original literature and thought the auto-boxed D-Max was capable of 38.0mpg overall. That’s the manual’s boast. The actual figure here is 33.6mpg. Suddenly, given sufficient bedding in and careful direction, it doesn’t seem wildly over-ambitious to have a bash at exceeding, or at least matching, the maker’s official figure. Indeed, I have reports of D-Maxes further down the test route that have done just that. For now, I am happy to report that for every 30 miles travelled, I am suddenly getting free coverage equal to around four and half football pitches. And being no fan of football, this would seem a great use for the things.
Speaking of seasons, the relentless dampness of the We(s)t Country continues into the spring. Presumably it is the reason why there is barely a few hundred yards of any tarmac left in the county which isn’t rapidly going downhill, uphill and generally all over the place. In our pocket-size family runabout Hyundai i10, I was mugged last week by a crater in the centre of Gloucester – a sledgehammer blow to the steering rack. My wife, following me at the time in the D-Max, said “What pothole?” having sailed blithely up and down it. For the tarmac of Broken Britain, the Isuzu’s fast becoming essential kit.
Beyond that, it’s been a totally uneventful driving month… apart from the teeny, tiny little matter of an unplanned night-time encounter with a black metal bollard, a cretinously stupid, mindless piece of (unlit) car park imbecility which grazed itself down six inches of the D-Max’s nearside running board and came to rest gently gouged into the surround of the wheel arch. And if I sound bitter, this is after two days of lying down in a darkened room working out the perfect way to assassinate the moron who decided an iron stump, meanly positioned a metre away from anything it might need to protect, would be a good example of street furniture. In daylight, I note the same bollard bears the trophy paintwork of a regular stream of hapless drivers who continue to make its grim acquaintance. My local Isuzu dealer is assessing the logistics for repair – so an update on that follows soon. In the meanwhile, I’m off to B&Q to buy an angle grinder.
|Whats Hot:||Wheels the size of armchairs ensure the worst undulations of potholed and broken tarmac are absorbed in the D-Maxís confident stride.|
|Whats Not:||This little self-inflicted addition to the otherwise gleaming bodywork. Isuzu is assessing the damage. Hopefully itíll be a quick and easy repair.|
|Date arrived:||27th November 2013|
|Mileage to date:||2,098 miles|
|Fuel consumption:||33.6mpg (official combined)
30.4mpg (on test)