I sat in the back of one of these a long time ago. The other rear passenger was a cute blonde girl, but we were both too young to know what to do next other than snigger and sit for a few minutes before alighting. That was the last time I ever had the chance to sit in such an impressive vehicle.
Power was always rated as ‘adequate’, but the owner would not have concerned himself with technical details. More important was the state of play with the decanter and glasses, ergonomically contained in a beautifully crafted drink cabinet within the back of the front seats.
They say that, on the move, one could only hear the clock in the dashboard. There are others who say that the clock was deliberately made to be that noisy such that the makers could claim ‘one can only hear the clock’ regardless of the thrashing under the bonnet.
It doesn’t matter, because this is a Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud Mk 1, one of the finest cars in the world. The body shown in the photo is stock R-R, but one could have any permutation inside it.
For the cost when new, one could have had built a substantial four bedroom house in only the very best bricks, so these cars were not exactly in range of the average family man. That isn’t a bad thing. If they were too common, they would have lost their prestige. As it was, one had to travel to London to see these elegant old girls being driven around.
What a dream.. 
being chauffeur driven to the Savoy just in time for cucumber sandwiches and a cup of Darjeeling, accompanied by the cute blonde girl.
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