You know that song, “Born to Be Wild?” It’s a song very much associated with bikers and the those traveling on motorcycle. Let’s face it, it’s a HOG song (and, by HOG, I do not mean a PIG. Get them straight already!)
Well, just as that song is often associated with bikers and the biker movement, so too is the Rolls hoodie associated with the luxury movement. When you think of a luxury automobile, it’s hard *not* to think of a Rolls Royce. Likewise, when you think of a Rolls Royce, it’s hard not to think of the hood ornament. They are so close, so intertwined, it’s hard to separate them. This silly little silver lady with wings is a symbol of the upper crust, no matter how you slice it.
For some reason, every time I go to the car show, I get really good shots of the Rolls hood ornaments. Now, maybe they just make for good photos (some things do that, you know) or maybe I’m just really all that into Rolls Royce cars (I’m not actually. Don’t own one, don’t want to own one, think it a bit over the top for my tastes actually) but, somehow, some way, I always end up with at least one (usually more!) really good images of Rolls hood ornaments. Why, oh why can this be?
It’s not because I’m all that good of a photographer (if I were that good, I’d have good photographs of *everything* not just these silly hood decorations.) It’s not because the hood ornaments are all that photogenic (they are but, time and time again, good photos of a silly ornament? No, something else is afoot here. Another force at work and all. Has to be, don’t you think?)
I have decided to resign this to the fact that, instead of being “Born to be Wild!” like the biker song, I’m actually “Born to be Rich.” Yup. That’s me. Richy rich, the rich witch. Rich, money, ca CHING you will be mine. (OK, so you know I’m really broke but, heck, a girl can dream, can’t she? And, heck, while she’s dreaming, why not dream BIG, right?) Now, maybe I don’t have enough actual money to be qualified as rich just yet but, heck, I’m BORN to be rich. It’s bound to come my way soon, right? (Right? Never mind, don’t answer that.)
Born to be Rich. Yup. That’s me. I can almost hear the music now. It’s the sound of coins dropping into my wallet. (ca-CHING!) In the spirit of being, well, almost rich, look for more hood ornaments from the car show to come. And, since this surely means I am slated to win the lottery, hit the jackpot, find out about some rich uncle I never knew before but who has just unfortunately kicked the bucket, or some other such event, please don’t act too surprised when it happens….should the money actually come my way and all. You know, you want to at least pretend like we fit into this high society, even if we are sort of stragglers coming in with the riff raff, dragged in by the cat and all. (Stand up straight or something, you know, just in case it should happen in the next few moments.)
Until next time…