More fun courtesy of Isaac & Jenny and the Manhattan Classic Car Club: the 1989 Rolls Royce Corniche II. You sit incredibly high off the ground, surrounded by all kinds of knobs and analog dials, including an analog temperature gauge. In the passenger seat, there was a champagne flute chiller by my right knee. And it's a convertible. As we cruised around Brooklyn with the windows down, no one asked us for some Grey Poupon, but we got lots of stares and one woman approached us at a light and said, "Is that a Rolls? Niiiice." I thought riding around in this kind of car would provoke a class war, but people seemed pleased just to see the Rolls roll by.