I AM AMERICAN, so it’s easy for me to talk about Jeeps. You know the drill. The ﬁrst Jeep, the ancestor of today’s Wrangler, helped win a war. An entire marque from the crucible of wartime engineering. Early Jeeps were once derided as little more than farm implements, but there are now family Jeeps, comfy Jeeps for old folks, cheap Jeeps for young people. There is the Wrangler, the base model of which makes 270bhp and can literally climb mountains, but there is also the 700bhp Grand Cherokee Trackhawk, with the kind of elephantine accelerative violence that makes you wonder if Detroit engineers snort ground-up hallucinogens for breakfast.
Because I am American, I once attempted to eat a hamburger while launching a Trackhawk at full blat. Flecks of bun ﬂung into my nose.