Travels in an un-PC car

I admit it, I'm a spoilt car snob. I miss all the fancy cars Mosh used to drive when he was a staffer on a car mag. Now his regular car is a knackered old Golf. It doesn't have the sort of equipment such as air conditioning, heated seats, sat nav, electric windows and stereo to which I have become accustomed and still has the faint odour of the soap-shy previous owner.
Occasionally Mosh does get his hands on a new car and it is a real treat.
This weekend ahead of some work he's got doing towing tests he was lent a car that, well, sort of stood out. One chap in Sainsbury's car park had a good look as Mosh was carefully easing into the barely big enough parking space and then slowly shook his head disapprovingly.

Bloody big car

For the first time, I felt slightly uncomfortable and had a need to explain to those disapproving looks that it wasn't actually our car. But not enough to want to be back in the Golf, obviously. It had heated seats, sat nav and a CD player for cripes sake.