With the Infiniti’s departure just days away I decided to take advantage of the recent bout of fine weather and give it a good clean inside and out. No, not handing an extortionate amount of money to a bunch of Albanians in the local supermarket car park, but a full-on DIY job. Two hours of lathering, polishing and Dysoning gave me plenty of time to reflect on just what a glorious bit of metal the G is.
I’ve never tired of looking at the Infiniti. I know that its looks don’t appeal to everyone – for every mate who loved it, there was one who turned up his nose – but I was and still am smitten with its proportions and detailing. I love the way its side-on squat muscularity turns all sleek and graceful from the rear three-quarters. How the low creased bonnet races upwards into the broad shoulders, and the beautiful simplicity of the flowing roofline. And kudos to Infiniti for being boldly Japanese in a sector defined by geometric European style – check out those flowing headlamps, the organic tail lights, the crescent-shaped grille and the precisioned style of the ten-spoke alloys.
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