It feels inappropriate to drive a Rolls-Royce on a gravel park service road, listening as the debris wake kicks up against the hand-buffed triple-cream paint on its flanks. But that’s apparently what the Cullinan is for.
It feels inappropriate to drive a Rolls-Royce on a gravel park service road, listening as the debris wake kicks up against the hand-buffed triple-cream paint on its flanks. But that’s apparently what the Cullinan is for.