He has a collection of fine cars, including a Rolls-Royce, but the car he really depends on is his VW Rabbit. Why?
“Because it holds everything I want it to hold. And it does everything I want it to do.”
That’s high praise, coming from a man who re-wrote baseball history. And who can clearly afford to drive any car (or cars) he pleases.
It’s also high praise coming from a man who’s 6’2″, weighs 210 pounds and doesn’t like his style cramped. By any body or any thing.
We understand exactly why he’s so impressed: Rabbit has more trunk space and glass area than a Cadillac Seville. And more people room than 40 other cars on the market.
Reggie knows enough about cars to appreciate Rabbit’s front-wheel drive for better tracking, especially in bad weather. To say nothing of front disc brakes, an independent stabilizer rear axle, and rack-and-pinion steering.
He also knows magic when he sees it; his Rabbit “L” is the only car he could buy that has seat belts that actually put themselves on.
It’s an impressive list, to say the least. But Reggie, in his own way, says it most: