All my life I considered it sacrilegious to cut up a fine luxury car like a Rolls-Royce or Bentley, particularly a classic one. It was one of the things you just didn't do. So of course, someone did.
This car is - or was - a first-year Silver Cloud II. It has come a long way since it rolled out of the factory in Crewe, and it's lost a lot of its original parts in the process. Most noticeable is the roof chop job. It is a bit extreme but is done well enough that it looks professional. The original Rolls frame was discarded for a full tube chassis, the body was channeled and a Chevrolet V8 was shoehorned under the hood. It sits very low to the ground thanks to an air bag system that can raise or lower it as desired. Wheels appear to have come from a late 1930s Ford and have chrome center caps with beauty rings, with wide whitewall tires to set them off. The front end has been subtly modified to reshape the headlight bezels into a teardrop shape, the two small vents on either side of the grille have been removed, and the foglights and bumper over-riders are also gone. Out back, the rear bumper has been cut and moved inward against the body, and the taillights have been sunken into the quarter panels. The body was sprayed with a color-changing metalflake silver over matte black in a two-tone that follows the body's character line nicely. Serving to upset the purists, the Spirit of Ecstasy has had her head cut off and replaced by the head from something else. I have no idea what. There's another Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament serving as the shift knob on the tall manual floor shifter. I must admit, if there's any part of the car I don't like, it's that. The interior is otherwise fairly subtle with wood, turned aluminum, and vintage style custom gauges that look like they were cribbed from an Auburn Speedster replica. The banjo steering wheel is a nice touch and more visually interesting than the plain black 3-spoke wheel that came with the car originally. Rounding out the whole package is a license plate that reads YIOUTAH which probably paraphrases what purists say when they see it. "Why I oughta..."
I give it points for being different.