I’m told that when it owned Land Rover, Ford figured that the first Range Rover Sport would be the Range Rover. Hasn’t turned out that way, though. The Sport has been the brash supplemental; the showy, little brother.
It’s not that the first generation of Sport lacked the power to appear classy – in a discreet colour, on the right, small wheels – but a lot of the time it wasn’t given the opportunity. When it comes to gaudy accessories, the littler Range Rover has been the recipient of questionable badging, absurd wheels and iffy private numberplates.
However, I’ve just spent a few days in the latest Sport, and it reminded me of what a belting car it is, especially with a Supercharged engine that is lovely to drive but would be a financial pit to own. But more than that, even on 22-inch alloys and in a rich colour, what’s remarkable is how elegant it looked. Dynamic, yes, but distinctly ungaudy.