Rolls Royce made me the man I am today.
Desperate. They made me desperate. Read on viewers.
We all love a good "how I got to love cars" story don't we....no your right we don't. We love telling our own and not hearing anyone elses. At least if you're as honest as me you'll admit it. Yeah, honest, not selfish.....not at all. But the truth of the matter is fortunately mine isn't really worth telling, because it was not a lamborghini or a ferrari (well that's a given) or even a Kia in my case that got me motor-mad. It was a Rolls Royce, because I'm so modest. And to think how sad that is, everyone else wanted V8s and I wanted suicide doors, but the great british luxury car has always been the best really. Icons. Legends. The true head turners. Aspiration and inspiration to me. I wanted to talk about Rolls Royce because they are exceptional, they are unlike anything else. And I love them more than anything else (midly exaggerated but still). Everyone chases the closest thing they can get to their dream if they can manage to figure what their dream even is. Mine is a Rolls Royce, and I am chasing it.
The idea of being one in a million is truly exquisite. And yes in case you haven't noticed this is a pathetic little fanboy article praising cars that we clearly can't afford. But isn't it nice. If you don't like Rolls you can go do one because I have no time for you when I am observing the art of car heaven. My main attraction is the Phantom, it is that special thing. The ultimate car. The boss. The key to my.....oops I'm getting too into this. Please join me in crying over the fact that the following images were found online and the car sitting outside my front door is really a Nissan Qashqai:
The King, The Phantom
The Stunning new Ghost
The Opulent Wraith
I mean I'm sure we are all in agreement that if these cars made a cool wall post we could quite comfortably confirm that at least the Phantom is a sub zero car right? At least it should be, because consider this. It weighs around 5600 pounds, that's 2.5 tonnes (which is heavy btw, even I couldn't lift that)! Yet it will reach 155mph at best, and can sprint to 60 in just over 5 seconds. Isn't that mad? And before you answer, let me tell you it is. What amazes me most though is its V12 engine, it should howl and scream at you, yet driving it is like a silent dream of comfort and content. Luxury is the game here, and it will forever be smashed out of the park by Rolls Royce. Seriously though anyone know how the hell you get a car with a V12 to turn on quieter than a whisper. It's extraordinary!
But let's not forget that these models are not made to race, despite being able to do so. It's being a passenger, or a driver of course, where the soul lies. What a life to be living inside one of these gems. Have a look:
Oh lord. Yes it's unnecessary, but minimalism was never fun anyway.
Very shiny would you agree? Keep in mind yours can be however you like!
The indoor night sky is truly iconic.
That is a dream world right there. It's all great to say "you're in it for the image" and all that, but no, not me, the image is what I want to see, not what I want other people to see, let us be very clear on that. My thinking here is that if everyone else wants to go there way and do what they want, fantastic. Here's what I want, why not? How great it would be if everyone strived towards what they wanted and not what they wanted others to want. That's the sad thing about Rolls Royce today, they are bought for the eyes of everyone else, not the eyes of the owner. I want to change that, and reconsider how beautiful it is to wake up and see your own Phantom or Wraith or Ghost or whatever your choice may be, waiting for you only a few hundred feet away. So yes pretty much I'm going for the good life.
And so we must say our farewells until I presumably argue with one of you in the comments, my Rolls Royce appreciation post shall end. But hey you can always like the post (not for my sake or anything like that).
Thank you for reading (assuming you did).