The turn-to-start knurled-effect engine start switch, chunky door pulls and massive flocked door bins all feel fancy and a cut above the mainstream. But by far the most expensive-feeling part of the cabin are its seats. They are incredibly comfortable and adjustable, with heaps of lower-back-targeting lumbar adjustment, and a lower thigh extension cushion that can be electrically slid forward enough to suit the lankiest of body types.
They’re wonderfully shaped overall, too, and after hours on the road, I’d never felt better. In the second row, space is great, and partially because of those front pews I just waxed lyrical about.
Their slim profile creates space in the back, in turn giving a tall person’s knees enough room to swing gracefully upon entry and exit. At 183cm tall, I found the second row to be comfortable, and the seats themselves sculptural and supportive. All my pointy points were not banging things, and the visibility you receive as a passenger is as comforting as it is fantastic.
Boot space is handy at 468L, but its dimensions actually help make it more usable. Instead of small pits or uneven areas making up the total, the Volvo XC60’s space is instead honest, wide, squarish, and easy to unload or pack.