RR Evoque: driven to extremes
The hottest, muddiest, coldest, glitziest test in history: we go global in the baby Rangey
Posted: 09 Dec 2011
"Camel!" yells photographer Paul. Cresting the blind hump of a dune, we find ourselves bearing down at pace on a wall of further humps: those mounted on the backs of a squadron of grisly, heat-toughened dromedaries.
I bloody hate camels, with their knobbly knees and floppy lips and facial expressions straight from The Grinch. If ever there was an argument against the existence of a benevolent god, surely the camel is it. There is no way this odd mishmash of wonky limbs, straggly fur and mournful, misfitting face could be the product of intelligent design. Unless, of course, that design was to make a horrible mess of a shiny new Range Rover Evoque, an outcome that looks increasingly certain as the Evoque slides and slithers towards the fetid, fly-infested herd.