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Just appalling.


This appears to be a one-off vanity project which is more of a concept rather than a practical solution to peoples actual needs. It runs badly, struggles in any condition apart from its own carefully crafted environment where it can do no wrong.


The F-Rage is meant to imply aggression and power but instead looks dated and is clearly a compensation vehicle.


The company itself has changed names several times, which doesn’t exactly scream reliability. The sales splurge made many promises, and it has failed to meet any practically. Some of the internals are purchased through Russian suppliers which should be a massive concern.


As for aesthetics, it is clearly references the older times, unfortunately taking the worst aspects of it. It does get positive reviews from people who believe the publicity and don’t really look at the details and its poor performance, and might do well because of that. It does not meet EU safety and environmental regulations and weirdly takes some sort of pride in not doing so. It would be a nightmare to run in London, more suited to rolling up a gravel drive and belching out filth.


Despite the promises of unbelievable performance, the figures indicate it will be uneconomical and end up breaking apart. Fixing it is practically impossible, it is mainly made up from used, broken scraps that are already past their time.


Because of single bloody mindedness, there will be no European version, the user must be sat to the right no matter how dangerous that may be.


Pros

A great talking point

Easily identifies the gullible

Cons

Rather than separate cons, it is just one big one.

An absolute menace with no redeeming features.


Image: Author's own

Cars over three years old are required to undertake a fairly basic test to ensure the government has additional tax revenues.  This year the test has become more difficult to pass.  Here is the NewsBiscuit guide to getting your car through the dreaded MoT.


1.    A Polaroid photo of the car on a sunny day is now no longer suitable.  A video clip might cut it with some testing stations, but most will require you bring in a car of the same notional make to be tested.


2.    Emissions are still important, so don't sh!t yourself when presented with the bill.  The price of a MoT is capped at £54.85 plus the tester's cut, know what I mean, wink, wink.


3.    Electric cars are increasingly in scope for a MoT.  Running gear still wears out, batteries also decline, but be prepared for accusations of being holier than thou.  It'll cost you, though, greeny smart arsed bastard.


4.    Be prepared to run your car into the ground, but keep the number plate.  If your car is old enough eventually BA25LAG (or whatever) will be worth a fortune to an illiterate someday.




The Andrew Files


Friday 12th April

Met with Prince Sultan Emir bin-Whatsit as you requested. My God, these girls of his are real camels - couldn't take my eyes off their toes and front humps! Nyuk-nyuk!


Saturday November 3rd

One thing people don't realise about trade envoy work is that it's all in hot countries. I have no natural way of cooling myself, so I need to be sponged down several times a day. And all the spongeuses are from a local school just for this ancient art. Lovely little things who can get in to every one of my crevices. Lucky girls!


Tuesday 22nd August

Damn, Jeff. The bloody Range Rover wouldn't start this morning. The security officer said it was something about 'out of fuel', or empty, or something. Any chance you could get the man from Grosvenor Motors to deliver a new one without this problem? Later this morning would be good.


Wednesday 17th June

Oh, what will I do with Sarah? She's due to go to a polo gathering, and now she tells me she's only got 35 dresses to choose from! Apparently one is a little bit stained, and another one has traces of white dust of some sort, and then ... Really, it's like she only keeps them on for a few minutes before feeling she has to whip them off again.


Monday 2nd December

These damned corgis of Mama's. One of them was getting frisky with my teddy, Mr. Bunnylumps. I soon sent him packing. Had to give one of the peasant servants she keeps employing a right good bollocking about letting dogs in to my chambers. Only certain kinds of bitches there - right!



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