I liked to use rental cars the way
After laying claim to the Plymouth at a
I picked up Gary and we drove to Reno. Opening bids for the movie rights to what is left unsaid in the previous sentence would start at seven figures and have
When we finally made it to the Bentley seller's house, which sat alone on the top of a hill, we were greeted by a middle-aged fellow wearing a plaid bathrobe with striped piping that looked like it came from a Montgomery Ward catalog dating from 1920. The only furnishings in his house were a bed and a menthol vaporizer used in sick rooms before people had any real hope of recovering from anything. It was Gothic horror show without the goth. We listened politely as he showed us his Phantom II Rolls-Royce and then loaded the Bentley that Gary stole from him onto the trailer. To add insult to injury, Gary asked the fellow to include a spare Bentley engine as part of the deal. Eager to get back to his vaporizer, the fellow agreed. There wasn't really room for the engine on the trailer, so we sat it on the tongue of the trailer a few inches behind the hitch. Long-haul truckers and anyone with any sense will recognize this for the lunatic action that it was, but we were in a hurry to be away from the place and circumstance of this man's life.
The drive back to Los Angeles was uneventful. I found the combination of elements--Plymouth, trailer, Bentley, Bentley engine--to be highly unstable at low speeds. Therefore, I maintained an average speed of 110 miles per hour finding that the momentum and inertia of the accumulated mass generated a stability entirely absent at lower speeds. It was interesting how other cars
After unloading the trailer and returning it to the rental yard, I found the Plymouth to be no worse for wear except that it now drove like a horse with the staggers. As my father was fond of saying, anyone handy with a wrench could have put it right in no time.