Body, ‘performance,. handling, ride and boot capacity aside, there’s little to choose between the two Trapped temporarily into a daily choice of two T-Rocs, the missus and I are entirely in accord - especially since I unearthed a glasses repair kit disgorged years ago by a pointlessly posh Christmas cracker, and, therein, a screw minuscule enough to secure the errant lens in her shades.
I take the one powered by a T-Rex with a wasp under its tail, and she takes the one with a demountable trampoline roof and 114bhp. Because, lid off, shades on, Wrigley’s in, Radio 1 on, it matters not a jot to her either that it has a tendency towards the shudderbysmal, or that - in torque delivery terms - it couldn’t pull a new age…