In need of digital detox? Simply steal the boss’s car and just drive.
There’s a radio, and CarPlay of course. But for me one of the great joys of driving is time out from the world – enforced meditation over miles and hours. A chance to breathe, to tune out, to just be.
Hard agree? Then be assured a Range Rover is one of the very finest vehicles in which to just be. ‘Well, newsflash! Ben, dear boy, Range Rovers have been this way for generations,’ I hear you say. And you’d be right.
But as too many brands have chased sportiness, so cars that truly waft have become, if not endangered species, then at least rare enough to feel special when you find one.
Yes, this Range Rover gained rear-wheel steering, with a pre-dictably transformative effect on its manoeuvrability in tight spaces. The system’s also given it some semblance of agility on hilly, twisty B-roads (plenty of those on this month’s mission to the Trough of Bowland). But comfort is clearly still king, the Range Rover unimpressed should you try to stick with any of the hard-driving locals. (Switching drive modes to beef up the body control is the blindreach work of a moment, but you ditch the pillowy-softness.)
Of course the payoff is sublime rolling refinement at all speeds, remarkably well suppressed wind noise given the car’s bluff frontage and splendid panoramic views in wh
