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- Neil Samtani
- As an experienced developer and solution architect, Neil Samtani has been helping organizations to successfully deploy BPM solutions for over 7 years. In that time, clients have noticed tangible benefits on ROI, improved operational efficiencies and reduced operational risk.
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As you all well know I have had the “pleasure” of driving a Volvo V70 Estate D5 since last Thursday due to the unfortunate situation that has arisen with my Lexus. I can safely say that I have spent enough time in the company of the Volvo to give my expert opinion and my views have been in no way corrupted by the fact that I am bitter about the fact they replaced a great looking car with a vehicle with how should I put it, slightly less visual appeal.
So, on with the mundane standard facts that I could really just copy and paste from almost any car website on the net. The boot is big, very big but you would expect nothing less from an estate. You could probably fit a Bengal Tiger in there or small family of cougars because as Reese Bobby says “you gotta drive without the fear” just don’t wear your favourite T-shirt the first time you attempt this. The engine is a diesel 2.4 litre turbo. It will make 0-62 in 8.5 seconds. Whilst its not fast, given the standard clientele that this vehicle will attract, the acceleration (especially once the turbo kicks in) is more than enough to whiplash the old ball in chain and ankle biters into a quick aptitude alteration. This is necessary when they make the usual outrageous accusations like “you are lost” and “you don’t know where we are going, do you?” As being a man albeit slightly whipped man having succumbed into buying an estate as your vehicle of choice you are never lost and will not take any such insubordination while you are at the wheel of the car so a little bit a acceleration is key in scaring your loved ones into remembering just who is boss. It comes with some ok 17 inch alloys, they suit the car but still they could have “blinged” it out a little more, like having it roll on some dubs. The interior is distinctly average but just about avoids feeling cheap. It has all the necessary holders and draws but the layout is slightly odd to figure out and does not have the instant comfort level with the controls you get when you drive a Lexus, BMW or Audi. The seats are comfortable enough.
Well enough is enough, now onto the important things. How does this baby do in a drag race. The other night I had the chance to find out when I drove it to London at 2am to pick my brother who so nicely decided to strand himself not only far from home, but as far south of river as he could possibly go to Morden, I mean that place sounds a little Lord Of The Rings to me. I was able to compromise and avoid the dreaded trip “South of the river” and picked him up from West End as he caught the night bus to Trafalgar Square. Even though I think I parked in a big fat taxi drivers parking spot as he pulled next to me and shouted from what I could gather expletives at me, to which I retorted “mate I drive a Volvo Estate, if you want some, lets play chicken” obviously knowing his cars he thought better of this challenge and buggered off sulking (note. I may have embellished the truth a little here). Back to the drag race, on the way home stopped at the traffic lights on the right lane of a dual carriage way and before I knew it along came a challenger. I looked over at some hooded rudeboy in an Audi TT 1.8T Quattro pulled up in the left lane. I thought to myself chances are slim, damn why couldn’t it be like a Citroen Saxo or something. Anyways he looked over at me with the “you didn’t really buy that car did you?” look, at this point I was thinking about investing in a “This a courtesy car, my Ferrari is in the shop” bumper sticker. I stared back with a little bit of blue steel, his response was to raise his eyebrow The Rock style. This is the ultimate form of disrespect in a drag race and I said to my bro “He did not just do that, tell me he did not just do that”. It was time to lay the smack down. Now the lane ahead of me in the dual carriageway merged into one lane, this was my one chance at victory to get in front and get in front quick as with an ass the size of the Volvo’s I knew once I was in front there would be no getting round (this thing should come with black and yellow wide load sticker). As I am realist I knew in a straight-line race I had no chance how was I going to get this thing ahead? So I watched the lights on the crossroads so when the lights hit red on the traffic lights for the traffic going horizontal I hit the gas and the rudeboy never knew what him. Yes it was a little juvenile but damn if it wasn’t fun, plus it had gone three in the morning by now and I needed something to keep awake and the adrenaline pumping.
Well there is not much more I can say about the Volvo, 10 years down the line who knows it could be the car of my dreams with its jack of all trades attitude but then again as long as there is a RS4 estate I just don’t think the Volvo is going to make the grade. Well its been fun acting well above my age and my adventure with the car that shows you have embraced mid-life rather than have a crisis about it, is not quite over but please someone give me back my Lexus soon.
wow john ...did you have a few things on your mind????!!!!
I find the obsession so creative that this person has the substance of greatness if he can creat a VOLVO of wisdom inside his soul by channeling all this energy into Meditation.
We would then definately need more people like him to bring about more greatness in this World ! Dont you think so !
Yes !
Roger
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