Talk about critical success: the Range Rover Evoque has been praised for its concept-car styling, luxurious cabin, superb powertrains and sporty driving experience. Some of that praise has even come from me.
Despite that, deep inside me there have been nagging doubts about the Evoque. An undefined sense of impending disappointment.
It took a trip from Auckland to Ohakune for the problem to be completely revealed. So here it is: if you own an Evoque, at some stage you will be in an inescapably beautiful place, full of potential for adventure. You may have to park beside something like a Range Rover Sport, as I did. And you will feel really silly.
It's true the Evoque is deliberately designed as a new kind of urban Range Rover. That it's incredibly talented on-road and surprisingly good off it (although that's not core business). You can be a car enthusiast, informed consumer and own an Evoque.
But, if you park your pint-size, fashion-forward Evoque next to what I call a proper Range Rover in the midst of majestic scenery, you will feel silly. At least, I did.