In an ideal world, the NX’s talent for inching down a high street would be accompanied by an isolated and pillowy ride quality. Unfortunately, the crossover’s general competence is marred by a recurrent choppiness over poor surfacing.
On 18-inch wheels, it jiggles stiff-leggedly at low speeds and then picks up the seams between the concrete on a motorway as if it were reading braille. Somewhere between the two – usually on a smooth A-road – the crossover’s restrained primary ride and effective resistance to body roll mean that it settles into the smart, muffled stride that its makers doubtless intended for it. But the secondary ride is a raised piece of street furniture away from disrupting the calm.
Coming to a stop in the hybrid is also a problem. The process of recuperating energy is typically a fine way of pilfering a progressive response from the brake pedal, and the NX300h is no exception. Subtle modulation is all but impossible. The slightest hint of a big toe instigates a noticeable drag effect – one largely unrelated to your intentions.
Push a mite harder and the stoppers are well on their way to bringing you to a complete halt, whether you want to or not. The obvious lack of subtlety only serves to increase the perception that your instructions are being endlessly filtered through a gauze of software code.