Unusual Sight In The Smallish State

Back in the days when I lived in Philadelphia, Boston, and NYC, I took no notice of Porsches and Jaguars on the street. They were a dime a dozen, so to speak. Ferraris, Maseratis, and Lamboghinis were a bit less numerous, but still more or less a daily sight. The occasional Rolls Royce or Bentley merited a moment of admiration, but that's about it. You'd never interrupt your dinner companion to alert him that a Rolls had just driven past the restaurant.

Here in the Smallish State, it's not like that. It's pretty rare to see a car with a pricetag over $50,000. So I was a bit shocked, walking back from the sandwich shop just now, to see a man getting out of a Maybach 57. He was in front of one of the nicer hotels in town, and appeared to be handing the keys to the valet.

This car is worth more than my house, boat, Subaru, and kidneys put together. Retail price seems to be about $350,000. What on earth is it doing in the Smallish City? Does its owner not notice that our streets are currently an ungodly dangerous mess of potholes, glare ice, rock salt, sand tornadoes, and sea spray? He would be wise to take his precious machine back to Massachusetts before some ill befalls it...