Your Valet stole it for you.
Bentley Brooklands, hiding in the alley in Beverly Hills. I liked them generally when thy were new. I like this one because it's been driven. It's imperfect.
It has a dented fender, because L.A., man. It's got paint chips and or bugs, because, on those rare days where traffic is sane, you just have to let that big V8 stretch its legs. The driver side headlight washer got smacked around. The chin spoiler has learned where the over steep ramps and over height curbs are. This is no trailer queen, despite being a couple decades old.