Last summer a delivery bloke turned up with yet more Range Rover spares, mail order. I might have been doing the heads in RRR or something. Anyway, Red, my sister's car is sat there in peices, Julie's TDI was next to it, probably my LSE and Blue out on the road trying not to start a fight. The guys nods at the Rangie and asks "so what are these things like then?"
"addictive" I shrugged.