$75,900 for a crossover that doesn’t even have a V8? Please. I’d have to play my beat-up guitar outside King’s Cross every day for almost 10 years to earn that kind of cash. Cold coffee in a chipped mug, rain soaking my strings, security hovering like a persistent cloud. That “peppy drive” and 11.9-inch touchscreen sound nice for folks who don’t worry about busking permits or numb fingers mid-chord. But what’s it gonna do when you need to duck into a doorway to avoid a downpour? Nothing. Just another overpriced toy for people who’ve never tasted rebellion that comes with a side of damp sheet music.