Do you care about a $600,000 car? Well, me either, in theory. Today, coming home from a morning by the pool at SoHo House (THAT I care about), I was walking through my neighborhood, the Meatpacking District, and encountered a DJ, lots of lookey-loos, and one very expensive car. The new 2014 Rolls-Royce’s Wraith in cobalt blue. If cars can be sexy, this one is a dirty whore. Honestly, there have been better looking cars, even Rolls-Royce’s in history. But we know these cars are designed for a certain type of rich guy, so they all look kinda alike. And for that price tag you could get a Bentley Continental GT and a Mercedes CL600, a slightly used Cirrus SR22 airplane and a George Condo painting, or a nice two bedroom condo in SoBe. What do I drive, you ask? I have a black 2001 Volvo station wagon with 150,000 miles on it (there she is outside my front door). Believe me, I want her to keep going, so I’m not letting her know I was checking out that Wraith slut. No way.
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