Imagine it is a perfect sunny Saturday. Imagine you are off to the Belfry for a few rounds with Binky and his business associates. Imagine you have to impress Binky and his fellows to secure that important deal in Saffron Walden. Imagine the perfect car to arrive in. It would have to be a vintage used Rolls Royce Silver Shadow mark one 1973 model. Binky would arrive in his obvious Bentley and immediately you’d have impressed. The associates would note the aesthetic quality of such a fine, classic motor vehicle, while they would look back over their shoulders with contempt at the characterless Bentley.
Out on the course you would tell anecdotes in between holes, like the one of how you and Hugh Laurie got off your tits and played Scrabble for ten hours non stop, or the one time you met Richard Branson at a function and you punched him straight in his face. They’d like that one. Inevitably you’d win the round with a record score and return to the club house to back slaps and the deal sealed.
Now imagine it is a Saturday. Now imagine you are off to the same club to meet Binky and the same business men to secure the same development deal in Saffron Walden. But, do not imagine you have the beautiful, charismatic, used Rolls Royce ’73 Silver Shadow. Imagine you arrive in a Bentley Continental Gtc Convertible, in all its slick, smarmy, sunglass wearing driver even though it’s winter shame. Binky would arrive at the Belfry in the Rolls Royce holding all the attention of the envious business partners whilst you bumble through half arsed tales of public school cricket matches and how Richard Branson spilt Krug Clos du Mesnil all over you, humiliating you in front of all of the Sex Pistols. You would hit bogeys hole after hole and finish with a disastrous score and refused entry into the member’s bar. The deal would be lost and Saffron Walden, instead of having a new Spa Hotel with the special wedding lodge, would have the new ASDA Galactic superstore/international airport. All of this just because you didn’t arrive in the damned Rolls Royce.
Now I am not saying that driving a Rolls Royce goes hand in hand with success, but I am saying driving a Bentley definitely doesn’t. There are two types of success and wealth: the Bentley type which is better suited to the Simon Cowells of the planet who can barely pull a pair of trousers on without asphyxiation and the Rolls Royce brand. The Rolls Royce brand is for those with more dignity and a sense of character. It is for the John Thaws and the fuggy old types who weave stories of parties with Ted Hughes and games of squash with Ian Carmichael.
I don’t wish to appear rather archaic, and attacking on those with ‘new wealth.’ Far from it – if I had a million pounds I’d be whizzing around in a Jaguar in open collared suits with my Jay Z album blaring out over the speakers. But only one the days when I am not at the golf club with that bloody Binky!
Author Resource:-
Pete J Ridgard is a writer and a car enthusiast. He currently writes for the automotive industry. Here he discusses Used Rolls Royce cars. http://www.sytner.co.uk/rolls-royce/used-cars.aspx
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