It is indeed the creamiest and puffiest of cream puffs, but why would you pay that much money for something that is not ever going to be rare, or particularly remarkable, or ever going to be useable. I mean, the moment you actually enjoy it, the value is going to drop to the functional equivalent of diddly squat.

I must be a bit out of date, then. I thought pristine early DSs were very rare indeed, but that the demand was similarly limited. Most folk seem to want the slightly easier-to-live-with second or third nose ones.

Quite.

That’d explain why they’re there ... and why they don’t have a reserve price.

The thing that really blows my mind are the estimated prices of some fairly ordinary machines:

Well, this Bristol 407 was sold in 1961 with a proudly indicated 5.2 litre Chrysler V8...

Can’t help but think that the real filthy rich enthusiast’s Bugatti is one of these:

Encore, Honda, encore.

It reminded me of a story of some Danes building an authentic new viking longship in the ‘50s. They put out to sea where it promptly broke into pieces and sank.

Those Simcas were evil.

It's a good question. The only things that I can think of are the clever platform sharing they do, and possibly the enormous volumes that they sell in India via Maruti. That is: two platforms + largest brand in India = profit?

Well, here’s why:

Ah, yeah. The good old days before you could just buy a US president.

W what?

Get a Brompton, you can sling those into anything; car boots, taxis, supermarket trolleys, even airline overhead bins.

I can do you one better: an SM earning its keep going bleeping fast.

Friend of mine has a ‘32 Rolls-Royce. That came with a “Four Wheel Brakes” warning sign on the back to warn the plebs behind that this fancy-mobile could actually brake. IOW: kindly keep your distance and don’t flatten your hoopty on my magnificent back.

Brompton. They just disappear into a corner until it’s happy city zooming time.

There’s a reason why Generation Xers are referred to as “Generation Golf” in German.

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