Lots of us pore over intricately assembled spreadsheets when it comes to a new car – even more so with the switch to electric. Juggling the slightly higher list price with the lower consumption, trying to work out which option offers the best blend of everyday practicality, good value and decent range.
There’s an elite group of people out there who don’t need to bother with any of that. If you’re filthy stinking Scrooge McDuck-going-for-a-swim rich then the world truly is your freshly steamed oyster. You don’t even need to worry about going electric, you could probably just pay people to place newly charged motor vehicles along your route and swap into them like Victorian stagecoach horses, or perhaps even just take the helicopter and land it in a supermarket car park in a disabled space.
But for those who like their consumption conspicuous – you know, the ginormo-yacht ordering, Monaco-lingering, open-shirted-no-socks types – they might want something a little grander, something that makes a statement. It’s not so much about saving the planet as aggressively parading how much you can afford not to care.
There are options – you could get yourself the Lotus Evija if you wanted something expensive and British, the Rimac Nevera if you wanted something expensive and Croatian, or even the Pininfarina Battista if you wanted something expensive and sort-of-Italian-but-actually-German-and-a-bit-Croatian. Actually, if you were super mega rich you could get one of each and have people helicopter them to strategic locations along your route and swap into them like Victorian stagecoach horses.
