Maybe it’s just me, but the hustling, hurried valets at the 128-year-old Hotel del Coronado in San Diego seemed to straighten up and slow down when we rolled up in the Rolls-Royce Wraith. It’s as if the arrival of a $361,875 Roller was exactly what they had trained for, what they had been drilled on by picayune instructors with flat-brimmed hats and clipboards, what affirms their decision to make a career in the valet-parking industry. Our Wraith, painted Salamanca Blue, which is as divinely hued as the Virgin Mary’s cloak, was simply pulled forward a few feet. The valets dropped a couple of cones around it and let it sit there in the driveway, a static parade float, a one-vehicle car show, and yet another phone-camera op for those enjoying the lazy days in this stately Victorian beach resort. No, it shouldn’t be that three unshaven college buddies arriving in a Rolls get special treatment without proffering at least a ten-spot, a résumé, or a letter of introduction from the viceroy, but that’s just the way things are. A Rolls-Royce confers instant nobility, one to which the average American is shockingly deferential. It sparks all kinds of positive assumptions about net worth and celebrity and status, even if the car is murdered out with flat-black paint and dubs, but especially if it’s not. READ MORE ››
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