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This luxury car turned my trip to the Hamptons Classic into a freezing ordeal

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The key to luxury riding

Some people out East — rich enough to not have to rough it in any four-in-a-one-bedroom share in some Hampton — patronized the Hampton Classic last week. It’s the Tiffany of horse shows, where attendees are so rich they can afford Crapdammy’s tax surcharge that will soon be slapped on a hot dog. Mustard is extra.

One friend decided to flash his brand-new Rolls, because what good’s a Rolls-Royce if you don’t show the thing off, right? So he took me for a ride. I was only marginally excited since years back my husband had one — only ours was famously always in the shop being repaired.

My friend was driving. Me in the back seat. Then, this friend parked because he needed to get something. Me, I’m still in the back seat. He hugs me then shuts my door. OK. Fine.

Not so fine. His errand took longer than expected. I’m locked in the back seat. I want out. Can’t get out. This super vehicle with elegant leather seats, frosted........

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