Alright, let’s gab about them fancy watches, the kind that cost more than my whole farm, ya know? They call ’em Rolexes, and some of ’em go for a million bucks! Can ya believe it? A million bucks for somethin’ that just tells ya the time. My old rooster does that for free!
So, what makes these Rolexes so darn special? Well, from what I hear, some of ’em are real old and hard to find. Like that fella Paul Newman, he had one that sold for a whole heap of money, like seventeen million or somethin’. Can’t even wrap my head around that kinda cash. Seventeen million! Why, I could buy a whole town with that kinda money, maybe two!
- They say it’s all about the little bits inside, the gears and springs and such.
- And some are made of fancy stuff, like gold and diamonds. My grandma used to say, “Gold is gold, child, but dirt is what feeds ya.” She was a smart woman, my grandma.
- And then there’s the name, Rolex. Guess folks just like sayin’ it. Rolls right off the tongue, don’t it? Rolex, Rolex. Sounds like somethin’ a dog would bark at.
I saw somethin’ online, some young fella buyin’ his first Rolex. A Yacht Master, he called it. Said he got it in Las Vegas. Looked all shiny and new. He was real happy, smilin’ and showin’ it off. Good for him, I guess. Me? I’d rather spend that money on a new tractor. That’d be somethin’ useful, ya know? Somethin’ that’ll help ya get the work done.
Now, these fancy watch folks, they have these auctions where they sell these expensive timepieces. Heard about one that went for over a million bucks, a Daytona they called it. And another one, somethin’ called a Graff Diamonds Hallucination, went for fifty-five million! Fifty-five million! For a watch! Lord have mercy. You could pave the whole county road with gold for that kinda money.
And then there’s the thing about “investment.” These city folks, they say these watches are a good investment, that they’ll be worth more money later on. Well, I don’t know nothin’ about that. My best investment is my land. Land don’t lie, land don’t cheat. Land feeds ya, clothes ya, and puts a roof over your head. Can’t say the same for a watch, can ya?
I saw on the internet that another of them Daytona watches sold for three million just last year. Three million! Makes my head spin. They keep records of all this stuff, ya know? All these watches and how much they sold for. City folks and their record-keeping. I keep my records in my head. Easier that way.
So, yeah, these million-dollar Rolexes. They’re somethin’ alright. Fancy, expensive, and probably tell the time just as good as my old kitchen clock. But hey, to each their own, I always say. If folks wanna spend their money on fancy watches, well, that’s their business. Me? I’ll stick to my land and my rooster. They’re worth more than all the gold and diamonds in the world, far as I’m concerned.
At the end of the day, a watch is just a watch, ain’t it? It tells ya the time, helps ya get to where you need to be on time. But these Rolexes, well, they’re somethin’ else. They’re like a piece of history, I guess. A piece of fancy history that costs more than a whole farm.
And those auctions, where they sell these watches, sound like a real hoot. Folks biddin’ against each other, raising the price higher and higher. Just like them chicken auctions we used to have down at the Grange Hall, but with a whole lot more zeros at the end. A whole lot more zeros.
So, there ya have it. My two cents on them million-dollar Rolexes. Worth more than my farm, but maybe not worth as much as a good night’s sleep and a belly full of home-cooked food. That’s the real treasure, if you ask me.
Tags: Rolex, Luxury Watches, Million Dollar, Paul Newman Daytona, Investment, Expensive Watches, Auction, Timepiece, Yacht Master, Graff Diamonds
