I have no idea what motivates people to drive RR or Bentley and the like, nor do I care.
Roughly forty years ago I stopped being impressed by whatever car make or model somebody drives.
I will tell you about a ride in a Rolls Royce from years ago. You just might get a chuckle.
I am now 70 years old, widowed after a 42 year marriage.
My bride Thought that Bob, husband of my cousin, would be driving us to our wedding in the family Cadillac.
Oh, so wrong.
I had hired a chauffeur driven 1956 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud for the occasion.
August 8, 1981, mid morning. My bride is working on her makeup with one of her bridesmaids.
Our driver shows up.
Esther, your ride is here.
She cannot help but notice the Rolls parked in front of the house.
The waterworks start, ruining the last thirty minutes, ¨putting on her face¨
As I write this, early on a Sunday morning, laughing like a schoolgirl, reliving the gag.
fat biker, out