By the time they came to call for it, just over 12,000 miles had slipped largely and unobtrusively under the Range Rover’s vast alloy wheels. I’d asked for it because I thought it would make an interesting car to run, but that is true of all cars we put before your eyes: it’s a fairly fundamental qualification of earning space on Ti.
It would come, I’d drive it, it would go, I’d move onto the next one and really not think too much about it. Along the way I’d learn all about it of course; what I did not expect, never once, is that it might teach me something about myself, too. But it did.
We’ll deal with what everyone seems to want to know about the car, and those who have followed its fortunes in my previous reports, please forgive the recap and I promise to be brief.
