Ah, the frothing rage is strong on here I see.
I drive a RR, not one of the toy ones, one of the proper sized ones. My previous 2 cars were little city go-carts and I got sick to death of being road-bullied by larger cars.
Yes, I'm very good at manoeuvring it and parking it because I've enjoyed 2 separate Range Rover training courses. I never park across spaces because I don't need to.
I don't care about the size of the boot. I love that it glides along, as though it runs on double cream and has velvet tyres.
It isn't financed, but when I buy my next one in 3 years time I will definitely finance it because I've realised it's madness not to. My money works far harder for me by being sensibly invested, not tied up in a car chassis.
I'm not remotely precious about it. If it gets grubby then I get it valeted. If it gets a ding or a scratch then I get it repaired, it's no big deal.
So, it doesn't bother me in the slightest if someone in an angry little Corsa refuses to let me pull out, because I'm contentedly sitting in my own little 5* hotel on wheels.