You don’t buy the Range Rover for value, you buy it for status.
Forget the faded fad of Priuses, Volts, and Teslas. Ignore the showoff in his bright blue Lamborghini, the boxer in a convoy of Rolls Royces. Because there’s really only one king car of the Hollywood elite, and it’s the Range Rover.
No other car has become such a fixture of wealth and style. Post up on Rodeo Drive and you’ll see scores of the British dreadnoughts cruising through the palm-lined boulevard, the steadfast companion of wealthy buyers with no need to show off.
Proponents say the Range Rover is more powerful than a battleship, as luxurious as a night at the Ritz and as capable as a boy scout.
I borrowed one from Land Rover for a week to find out whether it lives up to the hype.
