

The system relies on road line markings to determine the car’s position. However, it does have its limitations, which can make for some bum-puckering moments. I didn’t feel a single kick in the backrest from my giraffe-legged children. Coming from a Toyota Kluger family bus, I was sure I was going to have to drive with my knees in the steering wheel, but the Outback passed with flying colours. Inside this Touring variant, Nappa leather seats resist poorly sealed Maccas cup spills and invite you into a deceptively spacious interior.

At the rear, the LED tail-lights ensure you will never have to yell at your kid to “hold the torch still” whilst changing a blown globe. Completing the walk around, the Outback is crammed with all the things expected from a car built this side of the moon landing.Īt the front, the daytime running lights double as indicators, auto LED headlights self-level, sense dusk and respond to steering inputs. But what I will tell you is that being a father of three kids does require a certain type of car, and the Outback does fit a round peg into the round hole.īut what happened with the roof racks? The trim sure looks great, but you won’t be able to say “that’s not going anywhere” if you can’t physically fit a ratchet strap around the roof rack due to the encroaching plastics. I won’t bore you by listing the three spec levels the Outback comes in, or the fact that under the identity-confused ‘Wag-UV’, is the same platform used by the XV, Forester and Impreza. Does the Subaru really tickle my fancy, or should I try to ram my kids in the back of a Toyota GR86? My wife, unimpressed the Outback didn’t park itself, says, “Is this what you’d buy if I gave you $50K to spend?” I pause to contemplate the question.

See this here, that’s $50K worth of Japanese ingenuity,” I say as I try to convince my family to bat a collective eyelid at my loan chariot. However, I agree with her that the Subie’s self-steering isn’t worth the effort on Melbourne’s ring roads – perhaps it will fare better when we head up the Hume for Christmas. The BMW she refers to is a 750Li that has permanently raised her expectations of all new vehicles to preposterously high levels.
