What better way to celebrate Father’s Day than by strolling down Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, California. As it happened, Sunday was the Rodeo Drive Concours.
OK, full disclosure – this was not a chance meeting. We took a 4 day holiday from the blast furnace that is summer in Phoenix to hang out in milder climes with the beautiful people. And we were hoping against hope that the LaFerrari would make an appearance.
No such luck. We did see Bugatti no. 5. We also saw our first non-auction288GTO. As shows go, it was a filtered, condensed version of the monthly Cars and CoffeeHookers and Squirrels “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.” (Not the Penske sponsored crapfest – the real one.) Smaller than the Windgate festival of speed. Like both, it was strafed by similarly cool machines that didn’t want to linger.
Superbowl 48 is coming to your TV in a week or so, and we’ll all get the opportunity to root for a bunch of rich guys against the other rich guys. Not to be lost among the endorsement deals and guaranteed free agent money that is sure to rain down on the victors is the question of the spoils.
What do you get the all pro QB who has everything?
4 Bugatti Veyrons. (Technically, there were 5 for a little bit, but I didn’t see the last one.) Not just the one for sale.
Why? Why the hell not? Who doesn’t want to see $10mm in Bugattis? Plus, that is kind of the B-J modus operandi: too many is not enough. More on that in some subsequent posts. For now, just enjoy the wretched excess of conspicuous consumption.