Good Morning Warren and Friends,
A fitting end to the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance, I drove a Rolls-Royce Dawn from the Inn at Spanish Bay to San Francisco, CA. Somehow those traffic jams didn’t seem to bother me as much. Could it have been the heated massaging seats? We spent the night in San Francisco at the Axiom Hotel near Union Square, eating at Johns Grill, one of the oldest restaurants in San Francisco. The next morning we put the convertible down and toddled down to the Marina and took pictures of the Golden Gate Bridge. Our lazy drive took us to San Rafael and then back down to Tiburon. It couldn’t have been a nicer day, good weather, good company, and a great car.
I picked my goddaughter, Julia, and her boyfriend, Daniel, up from work. Mind you, they didn’t know what car I had, they just knew they weren’t going to take BART home. Instead, I show up in a Dawn to uber them to their apartment. I asked the Twenty-five-year-olds how much they think the Dawn would cost; $175,000 they start at, not knowing at all since they don’t own a car. Slowly they kept going up, their eyes getting wider with each increment. Finally, Julia threw out $400,000, and I said yes. What? She stuttered. How could a Rolls-Royce cost that much? I explained to her that it isn’t how much horsepower it has. How could this be? I started going through how much of the car is handmade, the type of materials used; the natural wood, the extraordinary leather, the crystal, it is a piece of handcrafted art.
I am redoing my bathroom that was built in 1963. All of you know I am conservative; I pay all my bills, I have no mortgage, no car payment, no credit card payment. But I have lived with a bathroom that has rotted wood and mold. I have lived with it till the galvanized steel pipes crumbled and started spurting water. The bathroom is gutted, and I will have the bathroom I want. It will have a heated toilet seat, heated floors, travertine tile; oil rubbed bronze fixtures, a deep jet tub, and by dammit, two sinks because as much as I love Stretch I am tired of sharing a sink with him. I want my own sink and a make-up mirror!
My point, as many of you have already realized, is that at some point in our lives we splurge. We’ve worked hard, and there is that one item, that one room, that makes us feel like the hard work has paid off. I will have a bathroom with a trompe l’oeil mural. For others, who have amassed more money than me, it is a Rolls-Royce.
I also took some picture of hood ornaments at Pebble Beach, Quail Lodge, and Concorso Italiano. You can look at them, but really, most of us can’t afford the hood ornaments on these cars either :) Some of them cost more than my bathroom.
Let’s chat about cars