By Gunnar Heinrich ::: img via eBay ::: Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow II
COME friends: let’s take an overly sentimental journey. (Directions Following Jump)
THE day started at a motel at Baldock, north of Stevenage.
Our journey headed west along the A507 towards Milton Keynes, then took the A5 northwest towards Towcester.
Our first port of call was to be the headquarters of the Rolls-Royce Enthusiasts’ Club at Paulerspury.
The weather was quite unpredictable for most of the day. Consequently, some of the shots came out looking rather moody.
From Paulerspury, we headed back southeast along the A5, otherwise known as the London road, towards Milton Keynes again. For most of its length, the A5 runs as straight as an arrow. Like many similar roads in the UK, this is because it follows the course of an old Roman road.
The next stop was for lunch, at a Little Chef on the A5, just off the Old Stratford roundabout.
After lunch, we continued southeast along the A5, towards Milton Keynes.
We rejoined the A5 for just long enough for us to skirt around Bletchley, home to Bletchley Park, the famous headquarters of the UK’s decryption facility during the Second World War.
After driving along the A421 for a short hike, we rejoined the A507 we had last travelled that morning in the opposite direction. We were heading east, back towards the motel, and the day was drawing to a close.
However, we still had time for one more stop, at The Black Horse, a lovely little pub at Ireland, near Shefford.
It was a perfect setting.
The late afternoon breeze that rustled through the wheat provided a fitting ending to a jolly fine day.
The Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow
By John Sweeney | IMG from TV series The Sweeney via IMCDB
IT might sound rather melodramatic, and just a trifle mawkish, but ever since I was a child, I have admired the Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow.
To this author, even then, it was such a wonderful design – graceful lines, lots of chrome, wood and leather. And, to a small boy, such a size!
That fondness for the Silver Shadow has not dimmed over the years. So, when I was asked to review one by the esteemed Editor of this website, I rather too quickly launched into a flurry of great excitement. Little did I realise that things were not going to be as simple as I had foolishly assumed.
First, there was the question of the car itself.
One was quickly found, a stunning 1975 breed, in a very pretty Caribbean blue. The car belonged to a Rolls-Royce Enthusiast’s Club member, who proved to be kindness personified when it came to suggestions on the day. Paradoxically, as it turned out, what I assumed to be the most difficult element proved the simplest of the entire venture.
Then there was the question of the insurance.
This proved to be a particular problem. Insurance companies in the UK are traditionally rather inflexible. Perhaps this is so the world over, but what was needed was a means to be insured just for a day, and my mainstream insurance company would not play ball.
Thankfully, classic car insurance companies are (moderately) more flexible in their outlook towards, let’s be honest, a twenty-four year old student who just fancies driving a Rolls-Royce for the day, and whose own car is a twenty-four year old, very beige Honda Accord. In fact, when looked at in this way, it’s a miracle in itself that permission to drive the car was given at all.
Finally, it looked as if all was set. Could one perhaps entertain the notion of relaxing a little?
Complacency can be a dangerous state of mind, and one last, unexpected obstacle cropped up rather late in the day. In what one might regard as a fit of jealousy, this author’s car, previously so reliable, had to be taken off the road for some rather unexpected attention, which rather scuppered the carefully planned transport arrangements. Oh dear!
Back to square one, then?
Well, surprisingly, no. An exceedingly kind friend volunteered to drive, even though she knew the Shadow was down at the other end of the country. For this most generous gesture, this author shall be eternally grateful!
Then, all of a sudden, we were there. In rather a daze, I found myself sitting at the wheel of a car I rather suspected I would not be driving for many years to come.
Then came the moment to which three weeks of hard work on so many fronts had been leading. The time had come for us to ‘proceed’, as the Shadow handbook might have put it, and it proved, in an instant, to be worth all the preparation necessary to make it so.
By John Sweeney
I hope that you will forgive me the indulgence, but I’d like to discuss with you one of my all-time favourite cars: the Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow.
Recently, at a classic car rally, I was fortunate enough to observe the Silver Shadow next to five of its predecessors. The embodiment of advances in car design that was apparent between them was fascinating to behold.
For instance, the Silver Shadow was the first Royce to feature a ‘straight through’ (or single bow) shoulder line along each side.
The Silver Cloud had featured two sweeping arcs, which gracefully tapered rearwards above each wheel arch. These were a hangover from the days of separate mudguards and running boards, features then only recently given up by the company.
On the Shadow, these two arcs had risen and merged into one continuous shoulder line, which ran unbroken down the entire length of the car, just below the side windows.
The radiator grille, too, showed an advance in design through the generations. On the Shadow, the grille and the Sprit of Ecstasy were merely aesthetic pleasures. They served no particular engineering purpose, though this was not always so. On pre-war Royces, the grille was the radiator, and the Spirit was the radiator cap.
The Silver Shadow was a car of many firsts for Rolls-Royce. It was an answer to those who suggested that the company had fallen behind the times, and it set the standard by which all subsequent Royces have been measured.
By Gunnar Heinrich | IMG Alireza Behpour
E’ER since I spied a brown Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow (Series I) with black everflex roof this morning, my mind has been transfixed. I’m almost smitten – what a beautiful Rolls!
The Iranian coupe example you see above – shot by the talented Alireza Behpour – is a close facsimile to the superbly maintained example I found today. This particular car was parked – or “positioned” – discretely next to a new Honda Accord. Still discretion couldn’t disguise its unique form from these eagles eyes…
The elegant, if ultra-conservative Silver Shadow is understated in the sense that it’s proportions are restrained; unlike a Silver Cloud’s billowing fenders, the old Shadow is actually “small” for a post-war Rolls-Royce due largely to the constraints Crewe faced with the then-new monocoque chassis.
Where the old Royce is conspicuous is in its tall Greek temple grille and the large Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament. Both set the old Rolls apart from everything else in a parking lot and manage to carve an imperial path upon any avenue.