He named this one Wembley. Purchased in Amsterdam
“The day after Wembley, I was looking for a reward for my diligent efforts. As I walked through a large showroom of antique British motorcars, a 1930 Rolls-Royce shooting brake, what we in North America call a station wagon, beckoned to me. It seemed to be speaking my language. English. With huge, round headlights gazing right into me, I thought I heard the old woodie ask me if I needed a ride around Europe. I whispered yes to myself and walked toward the salesman.”
