As I mentioned last week, the Acadia’s interior looks enormous but then again with it tasked to only cart me around for the past two weeks, it would. With nobody occupying the second and third rows, I’ve been met with a sea of beige seats every time I’ve looked into the rear view mirror. Sure, there is oceans of room back there (2,237 litres in fact when the second and third rows folded over), but just how well can the GMC accommodate passengers? Perfectly I’d imagine — if they’re of a regular stature — but since there’s nothing regular about the wheels team I decided to invite the burly boys to join me inside the classy leather-clad cabin in what I perceived would be a very interesting seating test which instead turned out into an almighty argument...

We all wear XXXL shirts and haven’t been able to touch our toes since the Nineties, so would the Acadia’s work be cut out? We waddled over to our Denali trim tester, which I’m sure was quaking on its 20in alloys, when the first problem immediately reared its ugly head; none of us were willing to risk our dignity (whatever little is left of it) by attempting to clamber in to the last row. In spite of the two captain’s chairs best efforts to create space by sliding and folding forward, the gap was still rather limited for us. Kids would be able to skip right in though, and to be fair the back of the SUV is designed with them in mind. We settled the dispute as ever, in an adult fashion deciding that the one with the biggest belly would have to make the most ungentlemanly of entrances into the GMC while being laughed hysterically at, of course. That man was Kinan who voiced his unprintable grievances at the situation then proceeded to take forever to take his seat. He was joined by our designer, Joel, the captain’s chairs slammed back into place and whaddayknow their knees weren’t crushed! It turns out that the 789mm of legroom in the last row was about enough and while the boys could be heard crying “No touching!” (fat chance; they’d be very ‘cosy’ due to the 1,090mm of hip room...) Sony and I got in to the two captain’s chairs. Now, our Editor is well over six-foot tall but he slipped in no problem and not because he’s a secret Cirque du Soleil performer — it was thanks to the 1,008mm legroom and 1,006mm headroom. The latter ensured his noggin was in no danger of bouncing up into the headliner but there was no chance of that anyway due to the fact the Acadia affords a very smooth ride with its chassis ironing out road imperfections brilliantly. With 1,490mm of shoulder room it felt like we were in different time zones. Therefore, I conclude that our long-termer emphatically swallows four fat fellas. Actually, make that six; front row volume is vast too (1,042mm legroom, 1,508mm shoulder room and 1,414mm hip room).

The amount of storage space it possesses is impressive as well. There are cubby holes all over the place and would you believe I have misplaced my house keys in the GMC. With such a cushy ride, I doubt I’ll even hear them jingle. Ah well, guess I’ll just kip a few nights in here — it has proven it sure is big enough.