Suppose you have a salvage yard and a wrecked Rolls-Royce. You live in an area where it’s the only Rolls for miles around. What do you do?
That’s right, you put it on a pedestal–literally.
Bryce captured one in New Zealand; this Rolls is along US 61 between Jackson and Cape Girardeau, Missouri. This one has been hanging around here for as long as I can remember, so it dates back to the late 1970s. Oh, and don’t think the place is pronounced the way it would seem, this is the Midwest after all; it’s pronounced joe-han-iss.
Might these be the only two such Rolls-Royces in the world?
Likely the lowest-upkeep Rolls in the northern hemisphere?
Looks in better condition than the one near Hamilton NZ I shot.
Say not “Rolls-Royces” but ” Rolls-Royce motor cars”. 😉
That don’t break down, they merely fail to proceed…
It reminds me of a pedestal car I use to see everyday commuting to work in Tennessee.
I’d like to replace that poor Mustang with the person who put it up there — that hurts to see!
A cars-on-poles ought to be a pretty neat photo-gallery…although someone has probably already done this before.
I’ve always loved the sign at Hays Auto Parts near where I live.
What a great photo!
Tell me that’s your ’58 Buick. Magnificent.
Finally, a Classic that I have laid my own eyes on!
The big question: Did Dean Taylor take it on trade-in?
Thanks Jason, hopefully, it wasn’t too far out of the way.
Nope, I was driving right by it. There has been too much development on either side so it isn’t as conspicuous as it used to be.
Yes, Dean Taylor took it on trade for a new Skylark. It had broken down at the Purple Crackle and had limped all the way back to the intersection of Sprigg and Morgan Oak. The guy from up the street at Ford Groves towed it to Dean Taylor as they thought it was some customized Oldsmobile. The owners of Shivelbine’s Music entertained the idea of it, as did Mr. Buckner and Mr. Ragsdale, thinking it would draw more clientele to their department store. Alas, the Johannes Brothers stuck on some pipe posts.
Or maybe I’m just making it up.
Ahhhhh…The Rolls Royce Silver Shadow. I’ll keep this brief, lest it evolve into a CC on this beast.
A close buddy of mine owned a 1980 Silver Shadow II. A source of near constant grief, but for those elusive days of (brief) trouble-free motoring. A hard automobile to beat from an olfactory sense…as Paul so aptly described of vintage iron: an interior devoid of synthetic polymers provides a rich bouquet.
One evening stands out in my memory, an achievement I’ve cited numerous times in conversations both casual and not…while departing a, shall we say, cabaret of rather dubious reputation (the patrons were not those doing the dancing), the old Roller lumbered out of her space and proceeded to die, obstructing all vehicular traffic in and out of said establishment’s lot. Awaiting AAA to tow a broken Rolls Royce in a strip club parking lot: priceless. Mother would’ve been so proud.
Speaking of Mother, driving that Silver Shadow II made me realize just what a poor man’s Silver Shadow her box panther Town Car had been when I was a boy. Eerily similar view from the driver’s seat. The Parthenon grill, spines down the fenders, even the maplight shape in the C pillars. Just don’t break the spell and touch that FoMoCo burl walnut!
I thought this was deemed fake? Glasshouse doesn’t look right to me…
For many years there was – I believe it was – a roughly 1940 Packard Clipper on a pole next to the Chicago Skyway entrance at 79th and Stony Island Avenue. I’m pretty sure it’s gone now, but it was there up through the ’90s. No clue when it was put up.
Sure wish I had a picture.