This… is the 2008 Range Rover 4.2 V8 Supercharged Autobiography—the big one. The proper one. The one with a supercharged Jaguar engine under the bonnet that produces a frankly unnecessary 396 bhp. 0–60? About 7 seconds, which is ridiculous for something the size of a small bungalow. Service intervals at 113, 13,785, 20,744, 25,815, 37,569, 51,097, 53,443, 64,591, 65,488, 72,573, 74,405, 81,718, 84,449 and just now. It’ll do around 17 mpg if you’re lucky, but let’s be honest—you don’t buy a supercharged Range Rover to save money on fuel. Insurance? Around Group 20+, because it’s a leather-lined tank with a V8 the size of Wales. ULEZ? Sadly, no—it’s Euro 4 petrol, which means London will want your lunch money. Now here’s the really interesting bit: this is right on the cusp of the facelift—but not the facelift model that came out in 2009. And that’s a good thing. Why? Because the later ones got the silly, expensive-to-fix digital dash that will one day break and cost more than the GDP of a small nation. This? This has the proper, bulletproof analogue gauges that will still be working when your grandchildren are driving it. Mileage? Just 86,000—that’s low for an L322. And this is the Autobiography, which means massive spec: heated and cooled seats, premium leather everywhere, Harman Kardon sound system, sat nav, sunroof, adaptive cruise, air suspension, and more buttons than the flight deck of a Boeing. This is the Range Rover equivalent of “everything on the menu, please.” And here’s the thing—the L322 is arguably the best Range Rover ever made. It still has proper off-road ability, it still feels special, and it hasn’t yet been turned into a fashion accessory for Instagram influencers. They’re already going up in value, and good, low-mileage supercharged examples like this are getting rarer by the week. This isn’t just a car—it’s an event. Every time you drive it, you feel like you’ve won at life.