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Getting old but not past it
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On my way to school this morning I saw a broken down Rolls Royce. This is indeed something one doesn't see very often. Plenty of German cars broken down though.
On my way to school this morning I saw a broken down Rolls Royce. This is indeed something one doesn't see very often. Plenty of German cars broken down though.
On my way to school this morning I saw a broken down Rolls Royce. This is indeed something one doesn't see very often. Plenty of German cars broken down though.
That story was going around way back in the 60s I think it is a myth sorryI remember a chap my father used to know who owned a Rolls Royce. One day he’s out and the back axle breaks. He calls Rolls Royce who collect the car, fix it and return it saying they’ll send him the bill. After a few days, the chap who is an honest bloke, is getting worried he hasn’t had the bill yet. He rings Rolls Royce who said, “I’m sorry sir, you must be mistaken, back axles don’t break on Rolls Royces. Thank you for your call!”
On my way to school this morning I saw a broken down Rolls Royce. This is indeed something one doesn't see very often. Plenty of German cars broken down though.
They use BMW engines although owned by VW.I thought it was a German car these days.
I can't figure out if Bugatti is French or Italian.My guess is that it is all down to statistics, not reliability.
Which reminds me, I have never ever seen a Bughatti Veyron broken down anywhere.
I'm sure one of you BV owners will correct my spelling for me.
I can't figure out if Bugatti is French or Italian.
I can't figure out if Bugatti is French or Italian.
Yes.....I recall another version. A guy abroad (Africa I think). RR flew people out etc etc then wouldnt accept any money as it just couldnt happen.That story was going around way back in the 60s I think it is a myth sorry
I was about 7 or 8 when he told me the story.That story was going around way back in the 60s I think it is a myth sorry
Never heard the same story since, thinking about it. But little lads tend to believe their father’s codswallop. My son just knows I’m daft and doesn’t believe a word I say - there’s hope for him!I was about 7 or 8 when he told me the story.