It’s the ultimate in suV one-upmanship
There’s a popular joke that involves a traveller getting lost in (insert godforsaken region) and stopping to ask the way to a nearby town. “You can’t get there from here,” says the local. It’s funny because the answer is absurd but also because we know what the local is getting at: it’s too tricky, you need to backtrack.
In the early days of motoring, a century ago, getting from anywhere to anywhere was difficult. There were few roads and lots of war. It was then that Rolls-Royce earned its reputation, which originally centred on its unbreakability rather than its status. It impressed maharajahs in Indian jungles and generals in the shell craters of Europe. Lawrence of Arabia, who employed a small motorised platoon, said: “A Rolls in the desert is above rubies.”
It’s possible – well, plausible – that a modern Rolls might be capable of similar things. But no one would try – they don’t have to. They would take the Range Rover instead. So there’s something ironic about the latest addition to the Rolls-Royce