Some cars shout. Some cars scream. And then there’s the Lexus GS450h — a car that doesn’t need to raise its voice because it knows, deep in its impeccably engineered soul, that it’s better than whatever you’re driving. This is a 3.5-litre V6 hybrid, which means it does two impossible things simultaneously: Moves like a big, quiet, electrified missile. Uses less fuel than most people’s hatchbacks. It’s the automotive equivalent of a sumo wrestler who’s also a yoga instructor. Slip inside and you’ll notice something odd. Silence. Smoothness. Buttons that still click like they’ve been machined by watchmakers. Nothing rattles. Nothing squeaks. It feels like it was carved from a single block of granite by a team of very patient Japanese monks. And this particular car has been worshipped at the altar of Lexus maintenance. The service history reads like a devotion schedule: 8,702 | 19,816 | 28,367 | 34,948 | 41,233 | 48,694 | 54,684 | 60,535 | 66,739 | 74,829 | 80,154 | 84,052 | 87,531 | 89,119 | 97,205 miles. Every single one of these — main dealer stamps, apart from the one at 89,119 and the fresh service we’re about to do. It’s been treated better than most people treat their houseplants. Out on the road, it just glides. The V6 hums, the electric motors whisper, and you waft along with the sort of calm smugness that only comes from driving something engineered to last forever. Meanwhile, the German equivalents of this era are all busy flashing warning lights like it’s Christmas. The GS450h Sport is fast, refined, underrated, and utterly bombproof — a car that makes you wonder why everyone else didn’t just buy one of these instead. It’s now fully prepped, freshly serviced, and ready for a new owner who appreciates luxury without the histrionics.