Bentley story, from a couple of days ago.
I'm walking back home from NEMC and I'm next to the Colonnade, and there's a Bentley parked out front. An older man opens the door, and because of the downward angle from the street to the curb, the bottom of the door completely scratches/scrapes/etc the curb. It looks terrible and I'm about to cry for him, but he and his wife give the "oh well" shrug and keep living their lives. I officially take care of my 93 camry better than they take care of their Bentley.
Anyway, I've seen LOADS of them in this city.