At least not even in my relatively upscale neighborhood. As the wife and I were driving past Ogden Avenue, right on the border between Downers Grove and Westmont, we saw the lot of a car repair shop that had parked on its lot corner: a Mercedes, and Jaguar, and… a Rolls Royce.
Now I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen a Rolls on the road at all before, let alone in a repair shop. This is in spite of the fact that the shop is located across the street from a Bentley dealer.
According to what I know, and I’ll admit that sometimes isn’t a lot, the urban legend goes that whenever a Rolls “fails to proceed” (they never do such commonplace things a “break down,” yew know), a factory representative will arrive nearly instantaneously to effect repair. It certainly wouldn’t do for the silver Lady to be seen in a common breakdown yard sharing space with some tawdry German hussy, or even, >gasp!< a Hyndai.
Well, the car was gone the next day, though the Jag was still there.