I don't imagine for one second that I'm the only person that Santa let down this year, but I did send him very clear instructions as to the car I wanted from him!
This forum is for Skoda owners and, at the risk of being pilloried for heresy, the Superb is not the choice we would necessarily make if money was no object. Evidence of this lies in the number of posts here about alternative brakes, lowering kits, light bulbs, remaps and so on. My choice of a 280 was from the very short short-list (Superb, A5 Sportback quattro and 4-series GranCoupe X-drive) that emerged from some pragmatic box-ticking (ugly cars were excluded), and I am very pleased with it in terms of looks, performance, comfort, all-weather security and almost everything else.
But this brings me to a story that I wanted to tell (but which you may find too boring to read) about a holiday in Crete a couple of years ago, where we untypically used taxis on three separate occasions.
On the first occasion it was an Octavia, and very nice it was too, but the driver wished he had never bought it because the Russian tourists filling the expensive hotels at that time insisted on Mercedes taxis and would refuse to get into his Skoda - he was getting hardly any business, and would have to change his car for a Mercedes like all the others.
On the second occasion we wanted to get from Ag.Nik. to Heraklion, and a taxi driver offered us a very reasonable price to take us in his Mercedes S-class. We spent the whole journey clinging to the door handles to keep position on a back seat that was far too big, far too flat and far too slippery - it might have been a great car from a taxi-driver's point of view, but as a passenger I just didn't get it.
On the third occasion we got a Mercedes E-class to take us from Ag.Nik. back to our apartment. It seemed better for being smaller than the S-class, but nothing special. However, the driver started telling me about his 1980's Toyota Celica, and since I'd had an MR2 from the same period it was car-related conversation all the way back. When we arrived, I paid him (plus tip, of course) and he got out to open the door for my wife when, just to finish off the conversation, I told him that I now had a Superb, expecting an appreciative comment from a fellow driver.
That is not what happened. Instead, he threw his hands in the air, said "NO!" in a loud voice, got back in his car and drove off without a backward glance.
I was mortified - there I was, exposed to my wife as a pitiful excuse for a man in the ultimate test of manhood, by a Greek taxi driver.
The thing is, four years after I bought it I still think my Superb is great - just not a "if money was no object" car.
It was a restomod Jensen Interceptor FF, by the way, and I had said that he could just leave it on the driveway if the chimney was a problem.