The Finer Things In Life - Vulcan Motor Club

What’s the difference between a Ferrari and a Volvo? What’s the difference between a Rochefoucauld and a Timex? What’s the difference between a Monet and a paint-by-numbers? For some people, a car is just a car; a watch is just a watch; and a painting – irrespective of the artist – is just another canvas upon which seemingly dull acrylics have been poorly splashed. But for others, the difference between cars yields vast meaning. Performance, style, heritage – and emotion. For some people, a Timex just doesn’t yield the quality and panache worthy of gracing their wrist. And sometimes, though I give her credit, Georgia O’Keefe just can’t replace Dali’s Persistence of Time hanging in the foyer. Those who just can’t bring themselves to compromise on these things – often revered as necessities – have a deep appreciation for the finer things in life.

The owners and staff at Vulcan Motor Club are all too familiar with the finer things – and the lifestyles they accompany. That’s why they celebrated these things – these epicurean amenities – in an evening dedicated to those who indulge in life’s lavish pleasures. Occupying the luxurious Trump National Golf Club, Vulcan invited a select 250 bon vivants to revel in the splendor of those things that aren’t so easily attained. Perhaps perceived by outsiders as sybaritic grandiloquence, this wasn’t simply an orgy of wealth. Rather it was a carefully crafted network of like-minded ladies and gentlemen, sharing an evening devoted to the appreciation of discerning opulence.

The cars for instance… Vulcan is a privately-owned, membership-based automotive club whose constituents are impassioned motorists. Not satisfied with what can be had at just any dealer, Vulcan’s members are in constant pursuit of evocative driving experiences. Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Maserati and so on. But not just one car; members experience all of them. Such is the kind of benefit associated with Vulcan Motor Club Membership.
So could an outfit like this adequately strut their appurtenances at a barbeque? Of course not. So they commandeered the most extravagant venue that suited their needs, decorated the lush rolling greens with their fleet of exotics, and partnered with Jacob the Jeweler and the David David Gallery of Philadelphia, to offer attendees a broad arrange of art on which their senses could feast. Not to leave out the sense of taste, the soiree was catered by the Trump National Golf Club. And lest they neglect auditory yearnings, the air was rich with the soulful decadence of live jazz.

The jewelry and paintings were a splendid compliment to the automotive bliss that was already in session. The five-star food filled the parts of us that weren’t already full of elation from being around such amazing cars. By the evening’s end, we were compelled to sign up for membership with the Vulcan Motor Club. And why not? More than anyone else, they understand our obsession with the finer things in life.