You know you want to...Toyota Century
...Well, er, maybe you don't. But we think it's rather cool, in a perverse sort of way
More to the point, the Yank-tank lines of this model went essentially unchanged from its inception in 1967 until it was replaced by the second-generation version in 1997. And seen in that light the blocky styling, though not exactly cutting-edge, is rather more comprehensible.
Besides, the black 'n' chrome three-box shape oozes Yakuza-style cool in a way that the limousines of royalty and politicians of other nations simply can't match (the Century served the Japanese establishment in much the same way as the Daimler DS420, Rolls-Royce, ZIS/ZIL, and Chinese Red Flag served the statesmen of Britain, Russia and China).
There's also something deeply appealing about driving around Blighty's roads in a 4.0-litre V8 limo of which 99.99 per cent of the populace will have zero knowledge. And when they ask you, you can always tell them it's what the Emperor of Japan rides around in. And you can't say that about Garlick's LS400...
1994 Toyota Century
Price: Don't know until the end of the eBay auction...
Why you should: You can pretend to be Japanese royalty
Why you shouldn't: Everyone else will think it's a decrepit Yank tank
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Ensure heavy tints all round and then prowl around the estates scaring faux-gansters
Indeed.The kind in which whimpering, trembling gang members are captured and bundled into the car whilst a sword is held at their neck. They are then made to sit and be judged, by a disappointed, severe old Japanese man reading a leather-bound copy of Crime and Punishment, who wistfully looks outside at an abandoned playground whilst muttering 'What a time you chose to be born...'.
Ensure heavy tints all round and then prowl around the estates scaring faux-gansters
Indeed.The kind in which whimpering, trembling gang members are captured and bundled into the car whilst a sword is held at their neck. They are then made to sit and be judged, by a disappointed, severe old Japanese man reading a leather-bound copy of Crime and Punishment, who wistfully looks outside at an abandoned playground whilst muttering 'What a time you chose to be born...'.
Brilliant!You have a way with words my friend, I like your posts
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