The Detroit News reports: Take a ride to fantasy land. Why is it that when reviewers review a car, they use it the wrong way? You don't drive a Rolls-Royce Phantom. You are driven. You don't sit in the front seat. You sit on the bench in the back and bury your feet in the carpeting. You don't comment on the 0–60 time, you sit back and figure out which dignitary you're meeting with next. You don't complain about the poor gas mileage (12 city/19 highway... better than a Hummer and no worse, really, than a Cadillac Escalade). The tank is always full because it's someone's job to make sure that happens.
We think Rolls-Royce lets car reviewers review these even though no one reading one will ever be like, "Oh, right, the Phantom. Honey! Let's trade in the Taurus for a Phantom!" Like Rolls-Royce will ever sell to a prole.
