Last time I drove a Range Rover, it felt like the four-wheel equivalent of the perfect pet. A really, really big dog, but one belonging to a noble race, so it was also very smart. It protected me, it entertained me and it was really cute with its face that tried to be all serious. Yes it did eat quite a lot, but it was nice to have it around, so it didn’t matter. I also liked playing Frisbee with it. Ah yes, we used motorcyclists that upset me as the Frisbee. Hahaha! just kidding, or maybe I’m not, but this is not the point.
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