But far beyond the impact of its exterior, what strikes you like a hammerblow to the solar plexus is the sense of space inside the Range Rover. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s less like stepping into a car and more like walking into a small living room. Sure, you don’t sink into the seats like you do in the Merc but you can stretch out like you’re on a beach chair by the pool here. In the Mercedes-Benz S-Class, you can only do so if you’re in the rear seat on the left side. Up front, that butcher’s slab design that had looked like a slab in the Velar feels like a banquet table here.There’s just acres and acres of room, and thanks to the window sills being much below your shoulder and the panoramic sun roof, the sense of space is even more with all the light streaming in from the large glass sheets that surround you. The rear windows, I think they are the longest on any production car. No matter what seat you choose to sit in, in the Range Rover you feel like a monarch in a throne room. An incredibly cool and new age monarch at that for there’s more than a ton of gadgets here to keep your highness busy. And happy. Besides if you think your attention span is shorter than that of a toddler and you need a lot more gadgets than can be fitted into a car, just bring your stash of gizmos along. The Range Rover has a USB power outlet in every corner of its voluminous self. Even in places you wouldn’t dream of (in the hidden bin below the cupholders that slide out of the way!). Hell, this beast could put a fancy power bank to shame really.