RR Evoque: driven to extremes
The hottest, muddiest, coldest, glitziest test in history: we go global in the baby Rangey
Posted: 09 Dec 2011
Tall Darren's missus has already put in an order, having never seen one in the metal. Short Darren always thought the Evoque was a bit of a girl's car, but he's sold. The Las Vegas Land Rover dealer looking after the Evoque says when he parked it on his forecourt for a couple of hours last week, he received a dozen deposits from customers. Either Las Vegans love the Evoque, or they simply have way too much disposable income.
"If you want a model, I can help you out," leers a just-out-of-high-school, hot-pant-clad porn star in the making, prostrating herself over the Evoque's bonnet as she draws from a giant, luminous fishbowl of a cocktail. Not quite sure I can explain why the Evoque is receiving so much attention. Maybe because it exists within the reach of us non-hedge-fund-managers? If you're driving a Murciélago, people assume you're an idiot with money, but the Evoque sits neatly at the crossroads of desirability and attainability.