It’s not the obvious analogy, and Range Rover’s marketing people almost certainly won’t approve. But after a day behind the wheel of the Sport SVR, I decide that this car is like one of those buskers you occasionally see with cymbals on their knees, a drum kit on their back, strumming a guitar while alternating between a kazoo and a harmonica. Its ability to do many different things, often simultaneously, is very impressive.
Unlike our busker friend, it’s also surprisingly tuneful. Dial up a decent chunk of revs, and the Sport SVR makes a noise like a skyful of marauding Spitfires (WWII fighter plane, not pox-prone BMC roadster).
Pictures: Lee Brimble
This feature was originally published in the May 2015 issue of Top Gear magazine