It was a beautiful Christmas Eve day in Beverly Hills. One that only Southern California could provide. Blue skies, 75-degree temps and no smog.
The kids and I decided to cruise around in our 2007 Hyundai
Elantra loaner to see what the rich folks were driving these days. We passed huge houses after gigantic palaces -- hey, was that the Playboy Mansion back there? -- checking out the multitude of rides in the cobblestone driveways.
There were the expected Mercedes, Lexus, BMW and
Acura, of course. Those, I suspected, were the cars the kids drove home for the holiday. But we also saw a hefty amount other
exotics, Ferrari. Aston Martin, Lamborghini, a couple Rolls
Royces and several
Bentleys -- all lined up outside as the families did their holiday things inside.
Soon,
something strange happened. I began to get a whiff of a barbecue grill, or so I thought. "Hey,
somebody's grilling steaks for Christmas Eve," I remarked.
The next block brought a strong smell of French Fries, followed by a distinct fried fish aroma.
"Boy, it must be a tradition for people in Beverly Hills to barbecue on the holidays, " I said as the kids picked up on the fried food
fragrances.
Just then it hit me. Up ahead, leading us through the
immaculate, posh neighborhoods of the rich, was a beat-up old (early '80s) Mercedes station wagon.
On its back window was a bumper sticker that read: "Powered by
vegetable oil."
We smiled, having finally got the answer to our original question.
So that's what the rich are driving these days!