Twenty five ways
to get there.

The one that refuses to die

The long way, comfortably

Nothing on it is there to be liked

The Land Cruiser you can park

Hilux underneath, family on top

The one the roads were named after

The one everybody actually buys

Load it until it complains

Smaller frame, same argument

Three rows, no compromise on the third

The school run, and the long one

Corolla sense, higher up

The one that refuses to look sensible

Electric, without the theatre

Electric that does not stop at the tarmac

It emits water

The executive default

Fifty million people were not wrong

Same sense, shorter tail

The car that started all of it

Most days, you will not use the engine

Seventy years of the name

The Crown, with a tailgate

Rear wheel drive, and not much else

A rally car with number plates