It’s called home!

So, we moved. After 15 years in our previous home, it was time to move on. We had many great moments, tough cookies to crack, moments of laughter, some tears.  The arrival of Yoko (the cat) 7 years ago, and -after endless waiting- Tara 4 years ago were the absolute highlights. It was a great house.

But, it was time. Don’t ask me why. Restlessness. An urge for something new. So we packed, moved everything we own (minus a couple of cases we gladly donated) to a new home a 1250 meters away.

Moving a lifetime of books, a 4-year-old, a cat, and joined memories and furniture took us many late hours, a lot of fun, some dramatic asthmatic and dust allergy attacks (=me) and an endlessly energized organizational wonder (Nathalie).

A green house!

But now we’re settling in a house that provides for 95% in its own energy, with solar-everything, deep geothermal heat-pumps, heat recuperation, etc. A house that’s intelligent, drives sunscreens on its own, and is buzzing with domotica features. You should see the grin on my face.

And its nice, cozy, silent, comforting.  I started calling it home. That’s a big deal 😉

Polestar 2: The verdict

Geez, I had no idea you were so interested in my vision on a car 😊. I’m flattered. As my dear departed grandfather used to say: cool down before you judge. So, I did. I took long walks over the weekend, calmed down in the stiff breeze at Zeebrugge beach (don’t ask…).

Here it is: I like it. A lot. It has that little je-ne-sais-quoi that makes my car-heart miss a beat. It’s beautiful, it radiates controlled power, it’s virile without dripping testosterone all over the carpet, and my wife absolutely loves it.

It’s a car

I love Tesla. I am a Musk fan. But sitting down in a Tesla 3, an X, or an S, I’m always underwhelmed by the car-experience. They handle lovely. They drive like an F-15 on steroids. But when I sit in them, I can’t help seeing an empty dashboard with an oversized i-Pad glued on (sorry Wim). They all feel like they were stitched together on a bad Monday. Minimal art taken into an extreme, that lost me somewhere along the way.

But the Polestar still has that luxury car-feeling inside. Call me old fashioned, but seeing those dashboard lights makes me smile… and kudo’s to the designer of the shift stick. I want one.

A Vegan car?

As a storyteller, I love a narrative well thought through. Go electric, save the planet. Except this car takes it even further. It has a certified vegan interior. It takes the well-being­ chapter way beyond the usual boundaries. Every detail in its conceptualisation is carefully matched with the world of tomorrow, where less stress on environment and planet will gain even more importance. Later this week, I will let Polestar’s COO explain his vision: a world where the car even partakes in Mobility As A Service. Interesting.

It has my robot in dash

And then, there is the infotainment system. It has Google right in the dash. All navigation requests are directly powered by Google Maps. The Google assistant gives its trusty assistance, from the very soul of the car. Access to mail, Google Calendar and Google Play Music and Spotify…  All the sudden, my phone got wheels. No connecting, no cable, in-dash.

What’s more, you can use the Google assistant to vocally control a plethora of the vehicle’s options from seat adjusting, heating, steering stiffness… this car listens, understands and executes.

But

So far, so good… but the devil is in the driving. Now, I want to take one out for an intimate and intense time together. The car, the road… and me.

 

 

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