I used the horn so much that I can now do a passable impression of it, like David Attenborough and the woodpecker
The Toyota hybrid range is like a variety of bird – there’s the one you see everywhere, the Prius, and for some reason that makes the rarer ones more exciting. The Rav4, as handsome a hybrid as I’ve seen in a while, has a sporty cousin, the C-HR. I can’t, if I’m honest, tell you what’s better about it (the styling is a bit boxier and more aggressive) but I can tell you that not one but two delivery guys clocked the Rav, said, “Nice car, but…” and got their phones out to show me the C-HR. In a lesson for progressives everywhere, the hybrids have shed their do-gooding image just by being so very new.