There are many things the British do that leave us Americans puzzled, concerned, or mildly horrified.
They call cookies “biscuits.” They eat blood pudding like that’s a normal thing you should do. They drive on the wrong side of the road, on purpose. Their idea of dental care is… well, let’s just say American orthodontists make a killing whenever the cast of Love Island UK lands in Miami. And every time you get into one of their vehicles, the steering wheel is sitting there smugly on the right, as if to say, “This is the way God and Queen Victoria intended it.”
And yet, in the middle of all that transatlantic weirdness, the British have managed to create something rather brilliant: the 2025 Range Rover Sport Autobiography.
Last year I spent a week with the Evoque, a vehicle that felt like a British Lord wearing a cowboy hat and trying to two-step his way through Texas. It was charming, stylish, and entirely too polite to pick a fight. The Evoque was the perfect Range Rover for people who shop at Whole Foods but still clip coupons.
But this? This Sport Autobiography is the Evoque’s older, richer, bigger, better-looking brother who plays rugby in tailored suits and gets invited to the good parties. It’s still British. Still posh. But this time, with muscle. And massaging seats.
From the outside, the Range Rover Sport looks like a fashion week model dipped in molten silver and carved into something vaguely aerodynamic. It’s less “off-roader” and more “urban panther in Loro Piana.” But don’t be fooled by the athletic stance or the word “Sport” plastered on the back. This is still a luxury cruiser at heart—just one that’s had a few protein shakes and maybe a touch of Botox.
Under the hood, things get complicated. The Sport comes with not one, not two, but six different powertrains. Some are mild hybrids, which means the electric motor helps the gas engine but can’t power the car alone. It’s like having a gym buddy who claps loudly while you do all the lifting. Then there are the plug-in hybrids—P460e and P550e—which can run on electricity alone, for a while, and offer the closest thing to guilt-free motoring this side of a Prius that doesn’t look like an origami science experiment.
The one I had was the P530 Autobiography, which means it was basically the Prince Harry of Range Rovers: powerful, rebellious, and still somehow photogenic. Mashing the accelerator felt like launching a two-ton British pub off an aircraft carrier. Merging onto the interstate became an Olympic sprint, leaving lesser SUVs in a cloud of posh dust.
Inside, it’s like being sealed inside a luxury panic room designed by James Bond’s interior decorator. Everything you touch is soft, stitched, or polished. The seats are thrones, complete with heating, cooling, and a massage program that nearly made me miss my exit.
The tech, meanwhile, is either brilliant or baffling depending on how many degrees you have in computer science. The main infotainment screen looks like it was lifted from a spaceship, but there’s a learning curve that might have you Googling things like “how do I change the radio station in a 2025 Range Rover?” on your phone. Once you figure it out, though, it can do everything short of washing your dishes.
Visibility is great, which is good because the vehicle is roughly the size of a two-bedroom condo. The ride, especially on the Autobiography’s standard air suspension, is smoother than David Attenborough describing tea. But avoid the optional 23-inch wheels unless you enjoy feeling every road imperfection like you’re auditioning for a chiropractor’s YouTube channel.
Of course, none of this is cheap. The Sport Autobiography’s price tag kicks off north of $100,000, which makes it more expensive than some competitors that are arguably just as posh and more fun to drive. And while it’s plenty capable off-road, let’s be honest: 99% of buyers are more likely to conquer Trader Joe’s parking lots than the Rubicon Trail.
Also, despite its “Sport” badge, it still leans more “luxury tourer” than “corner-carving athlete.” If you’re looking for something that handles like a sports car, you’re in the wrong aisle entirely.
Is it excessive? Absolutely. Is it overly British? Certainly. But for all the quirks—tea obsession, blood sausage, and steering wheels on the wrong side—the Range Rover Sport Autobiography is proof that occasionally, even the British can get it exactly right. Especially when we bring it over here, put the wheel back where God intended, and drive it on the appropriate side of the road.
The 2025 Range Rover Sport Autobiography
MSRP: $123,400
MSRP (as tested): $130,110
Engine: 4.4-liter Twin Turbo Gas/Electric V-8 523 hp @ 5,000 rpm, 553 lb-ft torque @ 1,800 rpm
Transmission: 8-speed shiftable automatic
Fuel Mileage (EPA): 16 city, 23 highway, 19 combined
Fuel Mileage (as tested, mixed conditions): 18 mpg
Base curb weight: 5,520 lbs.
Exterior Dimensions
Length: 194.7 in.
Overall width without mirrors: 80.6 in.
Height: 71.7 in.
Wheelbase: 118 in.
Ground clearance: 8.5 in.
Max Towing Capacity: 7,716 lbs.
Interior Dimensions
Front Seat Dimensions
Front headroom: 38.8 in.
Front leg room: 40.3 in.
Rear headroom: 39.0 in.
Rear leg room: 37.8 in.
Cargo capacity, all seats in place: 31.9 cu.ft.
Warranty
Basic: 4 yr./ 50,000 mi.
Hybrid/Electric Components Years / 100,000 Hybrid/Electric Components Miles
Rust: 6 yr./ unlimited mi.
Roadside assistance: 4 yr./ 50,000 mi.
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