I needed not a big machine for the city. When I have a choice of a car in front. But my husband suggested paying attention to this funny machine. To be honest, my first reaction is a complete negative to this model. Why do I need a toy -looking car. No, indeed, you can sell such a machine in a children’s store of toys if you make it on remote control. I have such an opinion with its appearance, but the appearance can be deceiving. My first trip changed my opinion. Everyone around is turning around, smiling. Sometimes you catch yourself thinking that I’m a star. As a result, I chose Smart, in the richest configuration, which was only. Add to the configuration an effective Brabus tuning, which makes Smart bright and attractive. The interior of the salon looks elegant and rich. Many people think that the Smart trunk is so small that even the bag will not fit there. This is all nonsense. In the trunk, a suitcase will easily fit, with a desire of a large cargo, if you put a passenger seat. For me, the minus of the salon is only one, bad sound insulation. The machine control is just super. Her element is the city. I think she has no competitors. It is pleasant to move along the city roads at maximum speed, and most importantly the advantage, is in the parking lot, even on the most clogged streets. True, the suspension is harsh for our roads, on an uneven road, the car is slightly shaking. It does not cause great discomfort. Another very important plus Smart, its efficiency. In the city cycle, gasoline consumption is no more than 5 liters per 100 kilometers. With our prices for gasoline, this is a very significant savings for the family budget. Many people believe that Smart requires professional driving skills and an excellent reaction, that this is a male car. I will not argue, but this baby is completely suitable for me. Honestly, I can’t, clearly define the gamut of the feelings that I feel for my vehicle. Sometimes he annoys me, that on him, which means that everyone is sharing on me. Sometimes I fall in love with it again. Sometimes even jealous when my husband uses, my machine. For myself, I have long identified, more – it does not mean better.
