
Getting on in years, a friend looking for a bit of reliable transport with easy access asked me what I’d recommend. Almost instinctively I replied: “A Toyota”. Yes, I’m mentally lazy but, not wanting any “comeback”, telling anyone a Toyota is a good idea least likely to cause a rupturing in personal relationships.
Specifically, and not just because it was the last car I’d tried, I prescribed a Toyota C-HR to assist with his incipient arthritis. (Indeed, the SUV/crossover boom of recent years can be at least partly attributed to demographics.) For purposes of clarity and brevity, because I was keen to get on with slagging off Donald Trump, I described the C-HR as a sexier-looking version of the Toyota Prius, so familiar to the world – but taller and easier to get in and out of.