Ha ha, my old roommate from college is the go-to guy for wooden framed cars whenever you see them talking about them on TV, because he has a collection that goes back to the very first cars built. He has six Rolls Royces, and anyone who says any of those million dollar cars out performs a $10,000 car is an idiot. If you would like, I can post pictures of him with Jay Leno, from Mr. Leno consulting him on his next purchase. Or, one of the many car shows that he has interviewed with. So, drop the million dollar cars being fine performance sportscars BS. His mother also has the world largest collection of fire trucks and rail cars. He also has several helecoptors to play around with on his North Alabama estate. But, when he drops by my house, he rides a 1980 Honda CB900.
My dad’s old friend when I was a kid built and collected experimental airplanes. And, our neighbor when I was a kid was Hank Williams Jr, and he would blow through more than $6500 in ammunition on any given drunken weekend.
“Oh why don’t they do something more helpful for the world with their money?” And, who is to say they don’t?
I will reiterate that I am not of that financial caliber. Sure, I feel a little Gatsby-esque sometimes, being his friend. But, before his inheritance we both used to live on ramen noodles and thrift store clothes back in college. The only difference was that I worked as a landscaper to pay for college, and he waited tables.
When I visited him over Christmas, he had asked me if I wanted any of his dad’s old pipes. Ha ha, his dad who started this car collection only owned Dr. Grabows and smoked Borkum Riff. No thanks, they meant more to him and his family than to me. But, he did own a table full of diamond and gold handmade lighters.
It’s easy for poor people like us to set back and whine about what “we” would rather spend that kind of money on. I guess it makes us feel better to talk about how stupid rich people are. When I asked him how much money he has, he just tells me that he’s not quite 14k gold toilet rich.
The lions don’t bother themselves with the whining of the sheep.