Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue's Quiet Weekend
by Tux Toledo
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"James,"
I said. "This is not what I had expected."
"No, sir."
I had not expected to find every parking space on Broad Street filled
with an expensive automobile. It was worse than watching a
sure thing stumble down the back stretch. Rather annoying,
actually.
"Look, James," I said. "There are Jags and Mercedes
everywhere."
"A few Rollers, as well," he said.
Tasteless new ones, of course. Their ostentatious owners were
no doubt lurking about somewhere. All very
distressing. Broad Street, Nevada City is not supposed to
look like Rodeo Drive, Beverly Hills.
"See if you can find a place to park," I said.
"Yes, sir."
After several tours of Broad Street, a spot finally opened up in front
of the National Hotel, a brick building with tall white, wooden columns
and white, intricately carved wooden balconies. It was a nice
place to park a classic Rolls Royce in front of.
James nudged the Rolls to within inches of a tatty, dark brown Peugeot
504 station wagon, the only unpretentious car on the street.
"Well done, James." Good chauffeur, that James. Do
you know how hard, no you probably don't.
"Thank you, sir." He slid out of the Rolls and very properly
opened my door. In case you're interested I was wearing an
ascot tucked into a blue silk shirt which was enclosed in a white linen
suit. A Panama hat completed what in my opinion is the
perfect holiday look. Some may regard it as too Hollywood but
a classic becomes a classic for a reason. And I'm sure I've
told you before, but when one owns a Rolls Royce one's wardrobe must
measure up. Even while vacationing.
© 2008 David Biagini