Me And My Shadow
December, 1982
I've always loved cars, but from the time I was a boy, I've considered the Rolls-Royce the symbol of ultimate luxury. Like courtly love, it was an idealization living in a rarefied atmosphere only a few privileged mortals could share. To me, a Rolls was the final statement that I had made it.From my present sadder and wiser vantage point, I have come to the painful conclusion that the Rolls-Royce is the automotive equivalent of Richard Nixon. More specifically, if Tricky dick were reincarnated a...
