So, I'm standing out front of the 4Seasons in Beverly Hills smoking and watching the endless parade of over the top rides and patrons. Talk about some serious bodywork that had been done- and then there were the cars...
Anyway, out comes Dennis Rodman, gets into a then new purple metallic Diablo Roadster, his crew climbs into a big-assed Bentley (new, not vintage) sedan, and they are ready to roll out of the parking lot. The crew is all cool looking, black suits, the shades, very urban LA celebrity bad-assed, no foolin' around kinda dudes. Except Dennis can't, for some reason, do the clutch thing. Keeps stalling right in front of the hotel entrance. You can tell the posse is getting a little embarassed that the man can't launch out of there smoothly. They finally get out of the driveway, cause they are holding up the line of serious cars behind them. Mercedes- for hire cars, not serious. Maybach, serious, even though pathetically overweight and overpriced. Rollers- fine, so long as they are either brand new, or convertibles. Bentleys- currency of the realm for transportation. Anything less, get dropped off down the street- you don't want to pull into the front driveway. Best one, I'm up one morning early, standing out front, smoking and drinking espresso, hot young thing in fishnets, go-go boots and miniskirt is waiting for the carhop to bring her ride up from the basement garage. We talk for a minute. She's got a bowling bag for a purse and a little too much make-up. Very Amy Winehouse, pre-Amy Winehouse. The valet rolls up in her 66 Pontiac GTO. She won the car prize that day.
Lot's o bling near me too. Down the road is Alpine NJ, home of many sports stars. The local Italian restaurant is a hoot. First, there is the question of who gets the best space, right in front. One car will lose primacy if another, more over the top ride rolls in. Usually, there's the row of Bentleys, the Porsches get relegated (I dig Porsches, not dissing them) to a row further away; Italian exotics always get the best spaces, sometimes 3 or 4 of the same model new F-car in a row. Kinda makes you realize how not special you are b/c of your blingy car. I used to take my pre-war car down there every once in a while. Kinda threw them.