As the rear ramp of the silhouetted large black
Knight Industries truck lowered amidst dramatic backlighting and wisps of
dry ice, I knew something was wrong. "Yo, Devon!" I shouted "what have you
done to KITT?"
"We’ve made a few modifications, Michael" he replied "we
thought it was time you caught up with the post
‘futuristic-Saturday-afternoon- American-low-budget-mini- series’
nineties, as the Millennium is just around the corner."
"Say again?"
"We just cannot afford to keep replacing shock absorbers, front
spoilers and tyres on KITT every time you decide to turbo-boost your way
through a factory wall chasing machine gun wielding second-rate actors in
military-coloured Jeep CJs", Devon elaborated. " It’s time you put aside
your lousy singing career, stopped prancing about in the surf with
silicone enhanced beauties in skimpy swimming cossies and focused on
protecting the helpless and innocent." He continued, "Michael, allow me to
introduce you to your new partner – Vehi-CROSS".
"What does that stand for?" I asked curiously
"Very Exclusive Hybrid Isuzu - Considerably Rarer than Other Sad SUVs"
replied Devon knowledgeably.
"But that would be Vehi-Crtoss" I retorted.
"Don’t be pedantic, Michael."
"Good morning Michael" Vehi-CROSS said forcefully.
"Woah, he talks in a far more masculine voice than KITT ever did", I
commented. "Tell me VehiCROSS, what is your primary function?"
The silver machine replied; "to stand out from the crowd and offer a
glimpse of the future".
"Hmmm, and what are your origins?"
"Father was a plain old short wheel-base Isuzu Trooper and
mother was a Stealth spy plane. Together and with the aid of British
designer Simon Cox, they set about producing my older brother – a design
concept at the 1993 Tokyo Motor Show. People liked him so much they set
about building clones on a limited production run of 250 per month in the
Japanese market. With the aid of Isuzu UK I escaped, assumed a new
identity on British number plates and set about ascertaining whether the
UK market could cope with my superior intelligence. My brothers have
already won a series of top awards in Japan for styling and design."
"And this makes you capable of replacing KITT?"
"The VehiCROSS generation is far more advanced than
that old shed. Take a look at my technical specifications…Torque-On-Demand
4x4 system offering advanced torque distribution between the axles; rear
wheel drive in normal conditions and up to a 50/50 torque split in
slippery conditions. My uprated version of the Trooper 3.2 V6 petrol power
plant offers supersonic performance in combat situations from its 212 bhp
output. To reduce velocity I am equipped with anti-lock ventilated disc
brakes front and rear. Even my shock absorbers feature advanced aluminium
construction incorporating a ‘piggyback’ reservoir. This reduces
deterioration in damping characteristics due to high temperatures in
severe driving conditions."
"Okay, okay enough bragging my oddball friend. Let’s go looking
for a well-tanned moustachioed ex-military fanatic intent on blowing up
the Houses of Parliament." I snapped back, jumping into the black Recaro
driving seat. ‘Wow’, I thought, ‘almost as snug fitting as my blue denim
Levis and almost as comfortable as my Alligator skin cowboy boots. What no
LED speed readouts? What on earth are all these Km/h calibrations on the
speedometer? Presumably to completely baffle would be hijackers.’
"Would you like me to reverse down the ramp?" Vehi-CROSS rudely
enquired.
"No thanks, I can handle it" I replied, firing up the smooth V6 and
selecting reverse. "Just one cotton-picking minute. There’s a TV monitor
in my dashboard!"
"That is correct. The one problem with my superior
design is that because spare wheel is located on the inside of the rear
door you are not able to see where you are reversing. In fact some people
have even been rude enough to say you could not spot a Nimitz class
aircraft carrier through any of my rear windows."
I could see why, for Vehi-CROSS was not blessed with rear vision or
rear passenger space. It certainly had a few nifty design touches like the
carbon fibre look trim and supremely comfortable Momo steering wheel, but
a practical load carrier it was not. Unfortunately the rear camera took
some getting used to, and I took great delight in seeing how close you
could get to other vehicles in the ‘Knight Industries’ car park. Even
better was how much fun you could have backing up close to hedges at night
time, watching the various insects jump to safety on the monitor.
Vehi-CROSS certainly was infinitely better than KITT.
Vehi-CROSS and I spent the weekend on a new mission, running in
stealth mode around the almost stationary M25, deflecting both admiring
and puzzled glances and then visiting key personnel members in the violent
neighbourhoods of Arundel in West Sussex and then across the border to
Radyr in Wales. Dangerous stuff, I know, but with Vehi-CROSS by my side
and our friendship flourishing we fought on. Vehi-CROSS was an undeniably
competent performer, rapid and confident if a little harsh on the
posterior due to its over firm suspension. I thanked my lucky stars that
Devon had spent those two weeks teaching me to operate the monitor and
stereo combo, as I would have never got my ‘David Hasslehof sings Country’
tape inserted in the right orifice nor would I have had the amazing
digital night scenes playing on the monitor screen throughout the course
of our journeys.
Then my mind went blank. All I can remember is the
bright lights and those men in white coats as I was bundled into the black
Chrysler Voyager. As I sit in my padded cell shouting into my plastic
Timex digital wristwatch "Vehi-CROSS, can you hear me? Vehi-CROSS respond!
Vehi-CROSS, rescue me now. I’m held behind enemy lines…" there is
something you should probably know. My name is not really Michael Knight.
I’m not really an employee of Knight Industries. My name is Bob and I’m a motoring journalist. More importantly
Vehi-CROSS is not a figment of my colourful imagination but really does
exist. It may not talk but it does do just about everything else, however
it is unlikely to ever reach these shores in any number. Doesn’t stop me
wanting one though. I’ll try shouting into my wristwatch again…..
Further reading: Isuzu Trooper LWB
Duty Isuzu Trooper
SWB Duty Isuzu Trooper LWB
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