News, but not the serious kind
And the Sportsman of the Century was…
It’s a vintage Rolls Royce convertible, bristling with firepower. A mounted machine gun, a Lantaka swivel cannon, a double-barrel high-caliber Howdah pistol. And it used to belong to James Bond, right?
Readers of this blog know I’m always amazed that people will spend tons of money to own stuff touched by a genuine dumbass. A Jesse James autograph, Lee Harvey Oswald’s coffin, Bernie Madoff’s underwear.
Well now, for $1,000,000 or so you can bid on the car that the Maharaja of Kotah hunted Bengal tigers in during the last century.
I’ll just let that sink in for a minute. The man hunted tigers from the comfort of a Rolls Royce.
Oh, and it gets worse. When I say hunted tigers, according to our story on the upcoming auction, the maharaja would take the car to a place where his servants, who had already captured the tiger, were holding it so he could shoot it. I am not making this up.
I like to close my eyes and imagine how it might have gone down…
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“Earl, you got a good grip on this tiger’s back-end there? Hold on tight to that rope!”
“Jeez Earl, you ever get pissed-off about having to do this for a living? Look at these claw marks all over me!”
“Ya know, Floyd, if we were to accidentally let go of all these ropes when the Maharaja gets here and he got eaten up, who would know? We could go back to the Rolls, smoke cigars, drink whiskey and stop off for pizza…”
“I’m in, Earl! I call shotgun! He’s coming… Okay, when I count to three…”