The King of Sweden’s 1999 Volvo is for sale. I’d make a bid, but there’s way too much carpet and that would never work with young kids. “Don’t you spill that milkshake! That’s Royal carpeting! I’m going to tell the King on you!”
I do like the “Armoured” part. I wonder if you bought the car and really cleaned it out, would you find a few french fries shoved under the seat?