Three years ago today, I strolled into my local CarMax dealership and purchased a used Range Rover with a six-year, bumper-to-bumper warranty. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Ahh, the Range Rover. Capable of traversing swiftly and adeptly through any possible worldly terrain, provided that terrain includes a factory-authorized Land Rover dealership and an unlimited supply of parts.
There are two reasons why today is a momentous day in the history of my used Range Rover. Number one, because its famous CarMax warranty is now officially half over. And number two, because it is currently broken and sitting at the dealer awaiting repair work.
Today, I write to you as a happy man. I say this because I made it 4,000 miles between repair visits to the Land Rover dealer. And then I almost backed into a tree.
Yes, good people of Jalopnik, it's true: Friday is upon us once more. The week is almost over, the weekend is almost here, and that means the time has come for Letters to Doug, the weekly column where I almost answer your automotive questions.
There comes a time in the life of every Land Rover owner when he thinks about his children. Specifically, he thinks: "What's a more reliable way to get my children to school: Drive them in my Land Rover? Or let them carpool with a heroin addict?"