Step one: get rich. Step two: call Brett.
Click on the thumbnail, and then click again, to view a crappy scan. Or just buy a superyacht and get a subscription to ShowBoats for free from your unctuous yacht salesman, you chintzy bitch.
“I still like knobs and buttons, People I know, clients, the music in their apartment was turned on around ten years ago with one of those systems. And they don”t know how to turn it off.
Spotting one in the wild is like walking into the beach club cabana and seeing your grandmother topless, or watching coyotes strip a tortoise of its shell.
Or you could always wear a lead hat.
My brother Derek and I are on a quest. The intent and destiny is as yet unclear. But the clues keep accreting. The latest: this handsome 1979 Fiat 124 Spider which is en route to us from Utah.
Bringing vehicle-of-the-future cachet, earth-saving sanctimony, and questionable design to the global masspirational.
In which I delineate the heretofore secret connection between Madonna, heterosexual weddings, and vintage trucks.
Because I was born to drive fancy cars with up-and-coming music stars.
On newsstands on Friday, March 25. Online now.
My friend said, “Hop in.” So I did. I always do.