I bet Rush Limbaugh loves his black Mayback 57S. I bet he can't help unconsciously beaming like a kid at Christmas whenever his mind wanders and suddenly he's daydreaming about the feel of it's hand-wrapped leather-clad custom steering wheel in his hands as he's sitting at a stop light waiting for the light to change green so he can thunder off down the road leaving a gauntlet of KIAs and envious eyes behind.
I'm sure both Koch brothers, David and Charles, have their favorite luxury or sports car waiting for them in the most meticulously cleaned spots inside their multi-car garages at home. Sheldon Adelson and Steve Wynn have probably spent years one-upping each other in Las Vegas with their latest acquisitions that rumble and purr when they aren't roaring down the Strip towards the latest hotspot that sells a hundred dollar Kobe beef burger and fingering potato fries.
These cars are expensive.
Driving them costs a fortune in gas, cleaning and detailing them can be as big a financial drain as the cost of housekeeping the manor, and, most of all, maintaining them so that they don't break down is never, ever a modest matter of business. Sometimes you come into an Italian red devil that is destined to spend six months out of the year in the shop no matter how precious you drive it around or you baby it when it's idle.
It would never, ever, ever occur to any of these people that it was not only a good idea, but that it was also the best way for them to save money and keep their beloved cars on the road possible at the same time, to simply refuse to ever maintain them. No oil changes. No tune-ups. No elite gas formulations. No visits to the local luxury garages and the experts that toil within them at all.
Beat 'em like rented mules, or better yet rented KIAs, and just assume that will never break down because that's how you roll. Why not act like you own the only magic Ferrari or Bugati or Lambo in the world? Like swapping out break pads and belts is only for the little people, the suckers who don't own the only immortal luxury and sports cars that are out tooling around like golden chariots of bulletproof fire down the road?
The reason they don't treat their cars this way is because if they did, then their engines would seize, and their beloved million dollar rides would be utterly ruined, and then all their fun would be over. It would never happen. Because it would be like wrapping elite and expensive (not to mention illegal) Cuban cigars in damp old Wall Street Journals and tossing them into some freshly emptied Jimmy Choo shoe box in lieu of spending the money on a proper humidor and assuming they would keep.