Foolishly drove and wrecked his beautiful Lamborghini in front of horrified people. Strolled home calmly. Let dad's lawyers sort it out.

Raced

Park Lane by the Dorchester Hotel - one of London's most fashionable areas - and busiest. Late one night a couple of years ago, two Lamborghinis raced down the wide four-lane avenue. At around 160 km/h, he who was in first was unable to brake before the traffic lights. He tried to swerve between two stationary cars, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class and a Vauxhall Astra. But it wasn't wide enough. The Lamborghini got peeled off both sides. The Astra had to be condemned. Out of the battered Lamborghini crawled out a young Arab boy who just wandered carefree into the street system behind the hotel. The car worth more than NOK 3 million was left in the road. No danger...Daddy pays!

The Bat

The tabloid newspapers The Sun og Daily Mail unfolds the accident with more pictures. You can see the roll bar stays that have been shot to secure the cabin in the event of a rollover. The young, rich Arab had been playing. Several had previously seen him driving around the Mayfair district with his matte black Batmobile-inspired Aventador with the registration number "THE 84T", which can be read as "THE BAT".

Unfathomable riches

The districts of Mayfair and Knightsbridge are called the Arab quarters. Other Arabs live there here. than in the dreary 11-storey dysfunctional social blocks between Bayswater and Paddington, just 2km away. The Arabs in Mayfair are incredibly rich. There are ambassadors, bankers and super-rich Arab businessmen.

There are strong economic interests between the UK and Saudi Arabia. Everyone knows that the Arabs have invested enormously. One has to accept that rich Arab daddy's boys are playing. On paper they are students, but lives as playboys at dad's expense. The police made no fuss about it. They told the press that they were not going to pursue the case. They knew they would soon get a call from one of dad's lawyers who would cover all the damages. Dad doesn't like to see how the heir is ridiculed in the tabloid press. I'm sure the owners of the damaged vehicles were offered a decent settlement - in exchange for not saying anything to the press.

Carspotting in Mayfair

Mayfair is a district that lies south of Oxford Street between Marble Arch and Oxford Circus all the way down to Green Park. My wife and I walked in from The Dorchester. We had spent the night before at the fashionable Galvin at the Windows restaurant on the 28th floor of the Hilton Towers in Park Lane. Outside the hotels there are always exotic sports cars, and inside the embassies there are several Rolls-Royces and Bentleys. They are photogenic against the stately buildings. If you don't manage to take pictures, you can come back later. They stand there all the time.

Revisiting the Batmobile

Around a corner, discreetly parked in a side street, I spot the Batmobile - intact and fine. I have to cool it a bit before I can take a picture. A young Arab with wide gold trousers and proboscis shoes slips nonchalantly and worldly upwards. He shakes hands with his friends before they start to walk back down. I manage a "shot" at the beautiful, matte black Aventador before they cut us off. I have lived in Saudi Arabia. Believe me, life is a lot more fun in London than in Riyadh - especially if you have money.

Dad's Son

We continue towards Berkeley Square. I stop to photograph a foiled McLaren. As I bend down to get the right angle, a man my own age politely stops, so as not to cut off the photographer. I thank him and ask if it is his car. "-Nooo!", he replies firmly but kindly. From a distance, I understand the reaction. The sign "DA08 SON" can be read as "DADS SON". Well, it would have been nice to be 20 years old and have a McLaren in the streets and a gold card in your pocket - but that doesn't give you any glory in London. The owner of the Batmobile contributed to that - with good help from the tabloid press, of course.

PHOTOS

I am attaching some photos from Mayfair in London. We relaxed for an hour on a bench in idyllic Berkeley Square. I did a bit of window shopping at the Bentley dealer there. A Bentayga fills almost the entire room. To me, it's just a solid elephant. Speaking of elephant. On the other side, a reception was organized for Indian youth. Outside the decorated residence stood a rickshaw and an elephant. Man-made and alive. Poor those who had to spend the morning inside the elephant costume. Hope dad paid plenty.

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