It could wax lyrical about my A5’s special color and trim combination forever! Everybody else seems to love my café crema coupe too, be it the stone old Merc 300E driver who gave us an emphatic thumbs up on the autobahn, or the bunch that hangs out at the local filling station who must have more A5 pics on their mobile phones than of their girlfriends. Even my own kinds don’t mind going to the supermarket in exchange for a high visibility blast in the Audi. High visibility indeed: in one month, two speeding tickets were collected by the over eager kacher boys. Meanwhile, kacher senior took the A5 on a few epic trips. Like to Bologna and back in a day, laden will plonko rosso on the return journey. Or to Vienna for a long weekend, four long weekend, four up with not too much protest from the back bench. And to Berne my first European Football Championship match, a glorious even expect for the fact that all the beer in the stadium was alcohol free. In a Bologna car park I Kerbed the left rear wheel, which left me crying and $120 poorer.
Those dual spoke 20 inchers are centerfold beautiful, but outside Germany’s mirror smooth roads the Michelins fitted to them are not exactly an object lesson in compliance. He who is vain musts suffer. Having said that, there is no denying that the fat footwear also has its merits. Like more grip than most passengers can imagine, benign breakaway behavior, needle sharp turn in and amazing brake bite. I know it’s Oktoberfest time, but don’t for a minute think it’s alcohol that makes me rate the A5 brakes are higher than some of those noisy, crude and hard modulate composite rotors.