1967 Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow

Fuel injected

auto

SRX1295

Clear

I'll tell you as much as I know about this double-bad Rolls Royce. Have you ever wished someone would roll up next to you and ask to borrow some great mustard? NOW IS YOUR CHANCE! There is no time like the present to join the upper echelon of society in such a fine automobile. You'll have red carpets extended to you everywhere you go. Think of the service you'll get at the Taco Bell at 2:00am! They'll think you're the president. Valets everywhere will beg to park this car out front. Banks will open their vaults to you. Women will flock to this car just for a ride in something so magnificent. You'll need a bodyguard, a seersucker suit and a really neat cane. Don't forget a hat. The car has been sitting idle for several years, waiting on someone with enough class to own her. She was recently resurrected from her carefully selected berth in the back yard of a Dallas residence where she sat under the watchful eye of the sun. She was brought into the shop and inspected. The fuel system was flushed, electrical system tested and again the silky smooth V-8 purred to life with nary an extra noise nor errant puff of smoke. She was found to still have fore and aft gaits, though she's a bit too proud to WHOA. Seriously though, if you have a car like this, do you really need to stop? You're above the commoners who must submit to the will of traffic guidance systems. You ARE the man. You OWN the system. So there's the story, in a nutshell. She is all there. A very complete machine. But it needs someone who is worthy of her magnificence. Someone who does not mind trivialities of writing checks to have her once glorious parts gently refurbished by aging craftsmen. Someone with ample resources and a strong belief in the feudal system. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! Any requests to view the old sweetheart in all her glory will be honored. To peek up her skirts on the hoist, one must provide a day's notice.