At one time, Barbara Hutton combined two of the most remarkable feminine traits in one person: one of the most glamorous women of the 1930’s, she was also the richest of the time.
The money came from daddy. She inherited the fortune he had made by building the chain of Woolworth’s “five and dime” stores. She had multiple husbands – seven, to be precise, including Cary Grant - consorted with only the most glamorous people, and lived a life of incredible wealth.
Naturally, she had a Rolls-Royce. More accurately, her husband had a rolls-Royce. A 1933 Phantom II “drophead coupe,” to be precise. Only one other like it was ever built and it is the only one known still to exist. Ms. Hutton bought it for her husband, Russian Prince Alexis Mdivani. (This was, of course, long after Russian Princes were somewhat obsolete, the Revolution having displaced them about twenty years before.)
The marriage to the Russian Prince didn’t last very long. (None of Ms. Hutton’s marriages lasted very long, but this one may have set the record, as it was over in a year.) But, the Prince ended up with the car following the divorce. Unfortunately, shortly after the divorce, the Prince was killed while driving the car in France.
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1.1 million for a car that was made long before I was born, a car which was also involved in an accident.
If I had 1.1million, I wouldn’t be wasting it on this junk. I’d buy a 200 grand house with a garage bigger than the house itself, then I’ll buy every skyline from the R32 model (except the R33) to the GT-R, then I’ll modify them all. Then I’ll rent the house and live in the garage with my GT-Rs.
AHHH, those will be good times.