I drove past this kid a few days ago. He couldn’t have been older than 16. He was dribbling his basketball down the street, lagging behind his friends. He did the occasional jump shot, presumably for the repetition of working on his form, but most likely to break the monotony of dribbling. Kid stuff, you know. I drove by him in the new, dark red 2016 Land Rover LR4. The kid froze. Gripping...








