Headed to the Rodeo

What better way to celebrate Father’s Day than by strolling down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California. As it happened, Sunday was the Rodeo Drive Concours.

OK, full disclosure – this was not a chance meeting. We took a 4 day holiday from the blast furnace that is summer in Phoenix to hang out in milder climes with the beautiful people.  And we were hoping against hope that the LaFerrari would make an appearance.

No such luck.  We did see Bugatti no. 5.  We also saw our first non-auction 288GTO. As shows go, it was a filtered, condensed version of the monthly Cars and Coffee Hookers and Squirrels “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.”  (Not the Penske sponsored crapfestthe real one.) Smaller than the Windgate festival of speed.  Like both, it was strafed by similarly cool machines that didn’t want to linger.

Bugatti Bijan Veyron
Bugatti Bijan Veyron

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The Nine

Rolls Royce Wraith

The Nazgûl were they, the Ringwraiths, the Enemy’s most terrible servants; darkness went with them, and they cried with the voices of death.― The SilmarillionOf the Rings of Power and the Third Age

Rolls Royce Wraith
“Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!”—The Return of the King, “The Battle of the Pelennor Fields”

This is Wraith.  It is otherworldly in power and effortless comfort.  We 90% like this car. The quiet menace of that face.  The relentless fury belied by that grill,  The unseemly shrieks of speed and combustion that no one will ever hear, but will wither the souls of those it passes nonetheless.

Except for the ass.  Come on now Rolls.  Do a flat deck, er, boot with C-pillar buttresses, a la Jaguar XJ-S and we have the car of the year. Instead, they channeled the 1983 Mercury Capri and the 2002 BMW 7-series for the rear.  Avert your eyes; the view from behind is Medusan. Continue reading “The Nine”