I can quite understand why people like Prof Anton Harber and his ilk so dislike motoring journalists. Last week I spent a very sunny day in the Western Cape driving the new Porsche Cayenne GTS over a 500km test route with a break for lunch at De Kelders, watching whales frolicking in the bay while having a most enjoyable light lunch at Coffee on the Rocks. The genial owner of that establishment is a fan of past columns which is why he gets an honourable mention.
It was a splendid day spent driving past recently harvested fields of whatever that gold stuff is they grow down there, on well maintained roads that are straight enough to enable you to see into the far distance but with enough curvy bits to be able to really appreciate the engineering superiority of a car like the Cayenne.
Who would have believed when Porsche first introduced the Cayenne ten years ago (I was lucky enough to be flown to Leipzig when the first one rolled off the production line) that an SUV would become Porsche's best seller? At the time the wise men of the motoring press wrote that Porsche had lost its way and the departure from the purity of the 911 would take the company back to the dog days from which it had only recently recovered. They couldn't have got it more wrong. By combining the sportiness of the more traditional 911 with the practicality of a large four seater capable of going off road they attracted an entirely new market.
Now you could, with good conscience, buy a family car with the iconic Stuttgart antlers and get all the thrills of driving a sports car. Well, most of the thrills because it's always going to be difficult to beat the driving experience you get from a Porsche 911. But bearing in mind the size of the Cayenne versus the 911, it's still a remarkably responsive drive for such a large SUV. The new model even features some acoustic wizardry which blasts the roar of the engine up the A pillars of the car. How cool is that?
Part of our driving route involved going past some striking farm workers who had gathered to demand a 100% increase in their daily rate. At one point it was thought that the test route would have to be changed because the road might be obstructed but the police managed to move the workers a few hundred metres down the road so that a convoy of very expensive Porsche Cayenne's could sweep majestically around a corner and accelerate madly into the distance.
It was a surreal moment as we passed placard carrying workers demanding a daily wage that wouldn't even pay for the key fob of a Cayenne and their employers sitting guardedly on the back of their bakkies and watching nervously for any sign of mob destruction. Earlier in the week striking farm workers had been burning vines thus insuring that, even if their employers agreed to R150 a day, they would be left with nothing to pick.