So, at last all can be revealed. Big Mike has traded out of his Bentley and up to a Roller. Oops, sorry, that should be ‘Royce’.
We said the Bentley had altogether more sporting pretensions and did rather look the part… while the Royce is – how shall I put it? – somewhat less subtle?
His riposte was in two parts – at first reminding us that deep down he is still from across the Atlantic and therefore does have an errant predeliction for such styles … and second that this was no ordinary Royce. No sir. It’s one of only 50 RHD turbocharged Royces ever made. A Flying Spur. And it has its’ own number to boot.
All other doubts fled my mind Wednesday night, when for a brief moment he put his foot down. There is not the instant flight and flat scream of my 911, merely the briefest hestitation before 2 tonnes + of a nearly 20 ft long car lunges at the horizon very quickly indeed. Noise remains incredibly muted, with just a whiff of induction rush to remind you that under the bonnet the oily bits are getting real busy.
I can see why he was smitten – it’s a beautiful car. Add to that a rich ebony black paintwork (I’m sure it had a fancy name, but basically, black is black right?) and a cream hide interior that cost about 20 cows their coats. Their sacrifice was worth it. It’s long wheelbase and even the back seats recline….
Big Mike’s new motor outside Fabrizio’s in Clerkenwell. The owner of the scooter we nearly crushed while parking, offered us £8,000 for the car. Cash. Right.