The four-wheel-drive BMW M5.

Oh dear.

O-dear-o-dear-o-dear.

There was a time when the M5 represented the holy grail for the rear-wheel-drive car enthusiast.

I remember the first time I drove one – a then-new E34 model – and got it slightly out of shape on a wet roundabout, on the edge of the New Forest.

It felt so good, so natural going sideways, I spent the rest of the week ruining its rear tyres. And each and every model I’ve driven since has been exactly the same as that E34; designed not specifically but at the very least in part by BMW to be driven with “a dab of oppo” whenever possible.

Not anymore, though, not if it’s four-wheel-drive.

Like I say, oh dear.