Just put one of these under the hood.

I used to work at the agency that created this. I know the Creative Director who sold this in very well. Much of what you said is true. Though sales were already in a spiral. They needed to do something radical to change it. Ultimately, the franchisees hated it, older people hated it and thus, the agency got fired.…

But let’s be honest, drama is where most of the fun is. That’s why bull riding is more entertaining to watch than curling.

As a two time (and current) Series 3 owner I can attest that these beasts are very much the Pamela Anderson or Denise Richards of the automotive world- easy to desire and lust after, an acquired taste to actually marry and live with.

Damn your eyes, sir! You have ruined my productivity for today!!

Preach.

Texas resident here. Can confirm.

I, for one, appreciate the symmetry of the most deadly secret agent driving the most deathtrap of vehicles.

They have one here already for executives. It was built outside of town at their “retreat”. It’s not big, but it’s also not public.

This. Particularly living in Texas.

Now I cannot unsee it.

I think it’s safe to say that there has NEVER been a Defender/Series accused of “sudden” acceleration.

Let’s face it, the only way to know for sure if this is real or a prototype is whether or not that interior smells like gas and gear oil.

Looks highly prototype-y. Notice on the brake and gas pedals that one says “Stop” and the other says “Go”.

That was an amazing nerd-gasm from auto engineer porn.

You are correct. Defenders are the Jeeps of not-the-USA. They are not ubiquitous here. They do not clog up area high school parking lots or trigger affliction branded bro-dudes. Defenders still trade on their heritage of being the first vehicle much of the undeveloped world ever saw. In many ways, they’re still…

“.but where they will fit beside Ferrari, Maserati, and Alfa Romeo I am unsure.”

I believe the timing of this will see the “saturated” Model S market begin to move to the newer, shinier object.

I’ll never forget the day my dad pulled up in the driveway, proud as all get out, in a new, beige, Ford Grenada. Complete with an 8-track tape player.

“Even in town that’s dangerously slow.”