Someone has stolen all our stuff. And we have no money, no credit cards, no driver’s licenses, and no other form of identification on us.
Absolutely nothing.
At least, that’s what we were going to tell people, hopefully within sight of the lavish, $390,000 powder-blue Rolls-Royce Wraith we’d be driving from Houston to Atlanta. Using the Wraith as collateral for food, gas, and a hotel room in New Orleans, we’d operate under the possibly disastrous assumption that everyone would be so blinded by the Wraith’s opulence that they wouldn’t ask too many questions. Could a magnificent car work as barter, an alternative form of currency, a kind of automotive Bitcoin? How far, we wondered, could two guys get with a retractable Spirit of Ecstasy and a whole lot of BS?…