It had to happen sooner or later. Despite endless delays and scheduling conflicts, I eventually found myself taking temporary possession of a Rolls-Royce Cullinan for a real life review on Moscow’s streets. Up until that moment, it had seemed that the Cullinan and I were two magnets facing each other the wrong way, experiencing a strong repelling force which could not be seen with the naked eye.
What is a Cullinan? Depending on who you ask, most likely Google, it’s either the largest gem-quality diamond ever found or Rolls-Royce’s attempt at creating the world’s most superlative SUV. There’s no prizes for guessing which one I’ll be talking about. By now, my personal aversion towards the whole SUV concept generally is well documented, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t suck it up for a moment and deliver a professional review of a very expensive piece of machinery with a Spirit of Ecstacy on the bonnet. So I will give that a shot. In just a moment. First I will point out for the umpteenth time that for the purposes of nearly everyone, SUVs are simply worse than regular cars. Even if I preferred a higher seating position (I do not) I certainly wouldn’t want to sacrifice part of the handling, ride quality and fuel efficiency to achieve it. I know, I know. Cue the eye rolls. I’m clearly out of touch.