I was in work almost all weekend. I work in an Irish pub on the main street in a village in Ireland, and the conversation invariably has three facets: The weather, its bad. The money, its gone. The sports team, what they’re doing wrong. I’ve worked thee since i was tall enough to see over the counter, its family run (Which is a nice way of saying you don’t have a choice in the matter), so you can appreciate that my attention may wonder to the window.
This weekend what caught my eye were two cars that pulled up outside, one Friday evening when I was fresh into work, and the other Sunday evening when I was just about weathered out of it. Interestingly, they were both red and parked directly outside, as if planned a comparison were to be made.
The first was a Citroen DS3, a car which i glancingly mistook for a pimped-out mini from the side view. I warranted me leaving my perch on the window for closer inspection. Specifically, what caught my attention was the middle column, the red swash behind the door. It gives the car a dynamic feel along an otherwise plain looking segment and really adds a twist to the traditionally boring centre pillar.
Interestingly, Ford have scrapped the middle post in in their B-MAX range, we’ve all seen the ad where the diver leaps through the huge open doors.
The other car I noticed was a Nissan Juke. I was using the side door to collect glasses after Ireland’s crushing defeat by Scotland’s rugby team, and the local experts were outside digesting the match. The Juke pulled up, and the driver strolled across the street to the newsagents. One reveller made a comment about the middle aged, but still eye-catching driver, to which the Comedian of the group said he would prefer the car. This began a discussion about the car, more a ‘jeep-lite’ or ‘super car’ in my opinion.
By the time I came full circle to collect more glassware, they had narrowed it down to the position of the back door handles. Offering my opinion, i suggested that not placing them as traditionally done on other cars but to place them in line with the window-line made the panel look less cluttered, and more dynamic. Hearing their barman make a cohesive point couldn’t be tolerated by the paying experts, so I was dismissed comprehensively and loudly while dodging losing dockets pelted in my direction, to which I retreated, saying “What would I know about it anyway, I’m only studying design in University!”