RR Evoque: driven to extremes
The hottest, muddiest, coldest, glitziest test in history: we go global in the baby Rangey
Posted: 09 Dec 2011
"Er," I find myself doing an alarmingly accurate impression of King George VI. "It's, er, not mine to sell..." "OK, buddy," the midget scowls. "I require this car. Now, how much does it cost?" A combination of speedy mental conversion and sheer guesswork. "About... fifty thousand dollars? Maybe fifty-five?" "I'll give you sixty. Cash. Here and now."
What kind of insane midget has sixty thousand dollars in cash waiting in the trunk of his car? "I don't think I ca-" "Seventy. Seventy thousand. Right now." "Like I said, I'm not sure tha-" "Eighty. Ninety thousand. Am I making myself clear? I need this car, buddy." I make a helpless, whimpering noise.