I am always comforted, as one sails past me on the A27, by the facts that I don't pay a fortune in insurance, juice and servicing costs for propelling a brick shaped lump of iron along at 70 mph.
The older Range Rover seems to now be the preserve of chavs who seem to think owning a mid 1990s 'Vogue' model is the height of sophistication and safety.
Original owners of these cars would be shocked if their £40k cars are now driven by people in Lonsdale tracksuits, with kids called Jaden and Shelby. Bit like most BMWs, the fastest car from estate to estate.