Self-consciousness hits whenever I take a new Land Rover test car to the dump.
Boiler-suited staff see me stopped at the gate and one of them then has to shuffle across the yard to swing aside the crossbar of the height restrictor. Looking through a Defender or Discovery windscreen, that crossbar is at about forehead height. Impatient tippers in Golfs and Qashqais concertina behind, wondering how I got here when I was aiming for the Darién Gap. What I'd give to swap this circus for a ratty XC90.
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