Rolls-Royce is a brand that, for whatever reason, I’ve never spent much time thinking about. Any Rolls I see on the road usually falls into one of two camps; it’ll be a Phantom, full of somebody obnoxious who has made a lot o...
Rolls-Royce is a brand that, for whatever reason, I’ve never spent much time thinking about. Any Rolls I see on the road usually falls into one of two camps; it’ll be a Phantom, full of somebody obnoxious who has made a lot of money and is exuberantly immodest in displaying it; or it’ll be a Silver Shadow, repainted in white from its original hue to enable it to be hired out cheaply as a wedding car.Granted, there may be the odd few that sit somewhere in the middle, but those seem a rare sight. However; R.A-S.H for today covers the 1982 Silver Spirit; and it’s a brochure that has opened my eyes, just a tiny bit.“No Rolls-Royce motor car stems from a single blinding flash of inspiration. It emerges- over a number of years-by a process of evolutionSo it is with the Silver Spirit“Rolls-Royce is one of the few brands who can get away with the term “motor-car” in their publicity material; British Leyland used to try and I think Cadillac might have too, to embarrassing effect. It’s also refreshing to see a brochure begin its sermon with words of truth.Rolls-Royce rarely did anything revolutionary since the end of the ’60s when the unibody Silver Shadow was launched, a platform which lasted well into the ‘nineties and is found under the Spirit, too.“From a line of distinguished predecessors it inherits much that is tried and good and true”The engine was carried over from the Shadow, as was much of the suspension which, once again, featured an automatic ride-height control which would later become a fully fledged Girling adaptive system for those times when one really was in a hurry“…a strikingly individual car- very obviously of today, yet timeless because its beauty of line springs from engineering truth rather than stylist pencil.” More truth. Gaze at the side view of the car from West to East and you notice an economy of line that is almost stingy. There are no flourishes (apart from the cheeky Hofmeister-style kink in the rear door) and there is nothing in the least showy about it, which seems strange when you think about what it is. It does, however, look strong, thanks to the front wheels projecting so far forwards, and the weight of that C-Pillar. See Range-Rover for another example of those proportions.“The moment you slip into the contoured driving seat of a Silver Spirit you are perfectly at home, completely in control.”At first glance time stood still in the Rolls-Royce driving compartment. The dinner-plate sized gauges could have come from any point in motoring history, the black bakelite steering wheel; not leather wrapped, could have been borrowed from Kenworth. Yet, visually, the datedness subsides into something that is resolutely fit-for-purpose. Those chrome rotary switches look like they could stay on switching duty for ever.Then you look more closely and you realise that all the technology you could want is there, too. There were joysticks for the seats and more joysticks for the mirrors. The dashboard was home to a colony of warning lamps which were ranked by a colour code depending on seriousness. That vintage-looking speedometer was actually electronic, and you could rely on it to within “nine yards in every mile”.The only slightly jarring thing in this spectators humble opinion is the strip of pale green vacuum-fluorescent digits embedded into the dashboard to inform of outside temperature, time and elapsed time. It seems one step from having a Terratrip rally computer installed, which you wouldn’t do in a Rolls-Royce, would you? Actually, I would, and I pledge to fit one when I get my first Roller.“When you move away, response from the 6.75 litre, V-8 engine, with its hydraulically controlled automatic transmission, is swift and positive.”Yes, this transmission was the GM THM 400 3-speed, as seen in Cadillacs. And Ferrari 412s. Also familiar to all you interstate-travellin