Is there anything more British than a green Land Rover upholstered in Harris Tweed? You’d forgive me, then, for being surprised when I spotted such a vehicle parked in a sleepy town in Virginia, only this one looked better than anything the Rover Group ever rolled off its factory floor.
While parts of the Old Dominion often mimic England, from foxhunting attire to “pubs” serving a disappointing rendition of bangers and mash, it’s never done quite properly. But this car, with its luxurious modifications, was righter than right. It looked like it had taken a wrong turn out of a country estate in Kent and somehow ended up across the pond.
