Wait, 40 new BMW models by 2030? That’s a load of rubbish. I play outside King’s Cross every day, watching commuters roll up in the same beat-up 3 Series they’ve had for five years. Most of them can’t even swing a £5 coffee, let alone drop 40 grand on a new car every few months. That number feels like someone pulled it out of thin air to get clicks. My rebellion’s about dodging overzealous security and sipping cold coffee, not counting fancy cars that’ll never park near my spot.