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Edmonton Journal
2 days ago
- Entertainment
- Edmonton Journal
'Do I chopper in?': Evander Kane jokes about grand entrance vs Florida Panthers
Article content Kane caused a stir when he arrived with teammate Connor Brown in a Rolls Royce for Edmonton's first game against the Dallas Stars in Dallas. Now he's musing about arriving to the big game in a helicopter. 'I did it in Dallas,' Kane said of his Rolls Royce arrival on the Snipes and Stripes podcast with Hall of Fame player Jeremy Roenick and former NHL ref Tim Peel. 'In Game 1, right? I brought Brownie. So I don't know if that's why we lost or what not. So I gassed the Rolls for Game 2. I said, 'I'm getting back on the team bus on the road. 'And we won Game 2, so then we won Game 2, was back on the team bus. So on the road right now, I'm sticking with the bus. Guys were talking like, 'Do I chopper in in Florida? Like, do I chopper in?' So the Rolls is parked until further notice. We're sticking with the Lambo for Game 1 (in Edmonton).' However, Kane arrives he'll have a hard time beating Oilers Now host Bob Stauffer's entrance to Florida on the tarmac last Stanley Cup Final.
Yahoo
3 days ago
- Business
- Yahoo
Former LAPD reserve officer and his brother charged with insurance fraud over Bentley crash
A former Los Angeles Police Department reserve officer and his brother have been charged with insurance fraud after prosecutors say they misrepresented details in a more than $200,000 insurance claim related to a Bentley crash in January 2023. Eric Benjamin 'Ben' Halem, 37, a former full-time LAPD officer and ex-reserve officer, pleaded not guilty to two felony counts of insurance fraud on Friday. His brother Jacob Halem, 32, also pleaded not guilty to a count of insurance fraud, according to the Los Angeles County district attorney's office. Eric Halem's car rental company, Drive LA, boasts a fleet of rare, luxury vehicles, including a 2020 Bentley Continental GT. The California Department of Insurance said in a news release on Friday that Eric Halem told his insurance company that his brother had borrowed the vehicle and crashed it on Jan. 5, 2023. Read more: They said a bear attacked their Rolls Royce. But the real culprit was even stranger But the department's investigation revealed that the Bentley had been rented by a Drive LA client and that the renter crashed the vehicle three days before the brothers claimed Jacob crashed it. Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department deputies responded to the accident scene involving the rental driver and documented the vehicle's damage with body camera footage, the insurance department said in its release. After the rental driver's insurance claim was denied because of a lack of proper coverage, Eric Halem filed a fraudulent claim with his insurance company on his personal policy, misrepresenting details of the accident, authorities allege. An attorney representing Jacob Halem did not immediately return a request for comment. It is not clear if Eric Halem has an attorney. Read more: A smashed Polaris Slingshot, friends inside the CHP. How investigators unraveled an insurance plot The department of insurance alleges that Eric Halem claimed his brother had been driving the vehicle at the time of the crash, which they said was on Jan. 5, 2023. They submitted what the department called 'staged photographs' of the damaged Bentley on a tow truck. Insurance department investigators said the damage in the photos the brothers submitted was identical to the damage captured on body camera footage from the renter's crash three days earlier. Authorities allege Jacob Halem provided a false statement to the insurance company investigator to corroborate his brother's claim. It isn't clear if the insurance company paid for the car to be fixed. The department of insurance said the "total potential loss" from the claim was $229,283. Eric Halem was removed as a reserve officer with LAPD in March, according to a department spokesperson. Sign up for Essential California for news, features and recommendations from the L.A. Times and beyond in your inbox six days a week. This story originally appeared in Los Angeles Times.
Scottish Sun
3 days ago
- Entertainment
- Scottish Sun
From a fragment of Christ's cross to Blue Peter badge, bizarre gifts from around the world given to King Charles
Read on to find out what Her Late Majesty's final gift was - received just three days before her death ROYAL SPOILS From a fragment of Christ's cross to Blue Peter badge, bizarre gifts from around the world given to King Charles Click to share on X/Twitter (Opens in new window) Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) THE King was given a Rolls-Royce and a pair of his 'n' hers walking boots among hundreds of Coronation gifts, it has been revealed. Buckingham Palace published a list of official gifts to the Royal Family for the first time in five years. Sign up for Scottish Sun newsletter Sign up 8 King Charles received 268 presents in 2023 — his Coronation year — including a Rolls-Royce Cullinan Series II Credit: Rolls Royce 8 Charles with the King of Bahrain, who gifted him the Roller worth at least £355,000 Credit: Getty 8 Pope Francis gave Charles a piece of the True Cross, believed to be part of the one Jesus Christ was crucified on 8 The King also received a gold Blue Peter badge in 2023 to reward his environmental work and support for youngsters His Majesty received 268 presents in 2023 — his Coronation year — including a Rolls-Royce Cullinan Series II from the King of Bahrain, worth at least £355,000. Palace sources say the car is among the royal state fleet of vehicles and not being used for Charles's personal travel. President Katalin Novak of Hungary gave the King and Queen two pairs of boots featuring their royal cyphers. Ukraine's Volodymyr Zelensky presented the King with a framed mosaic, scroll and signed ship's flag during their audience at Buckingham Palace And Pope Francis gave him a piece of the True Cross, believed to be part of the one Jesus Christ was crucified on. On a State Visit to Germany in 2022, animal-lover Charles received a wooden insect hotel and Beethoven CD, from President Frank-Walter Steinmeier. A bottle of gin made in Uganda was presented by its High Commission. The Governor of Tasmania offered up more gin and jars of honey. Fragrance retailer J Floris of Piccadilly made the royal couple personalised scents called Charles R and Camilla R. The King also received a gold Blue Peter badge in 2023 to reward his environmental work and support for youngsters. The Queen was awarded one for her work with literacy The late Queen Elizabeth II received 65 presents during her Platinum Jubilee year in 2022. The Enchanting Jewels of Princess Diana: A Royal Legacy Unveiled The Army gave Her Late Majesty, who was by this stage suffering mobility problems, a mottled hazel walking cane. Her final gift was a stained-glass panel to commemorate her 70th year as monarch, received on September 5th — just three days before she died. Several royals were given biscuits. At the height of Covid pandemic in 2020, Princess Anne was sent hand sanitiser. Prince Edward and wife Sophie also received a Lagos version of Monopoly on their Royal tour of Nigeria in 2020. An insider said: 'Gifts, where they can be, become part of the Royal Collection, where the whole nation can enjoy them.' 8 Prince Edward and wife Sophie also received a Lagos version of Monopoly on their Royal tour of Nigeria in 2020 Credit: Amazon 8 At the height of Covid pandemic in 2020, Princess Anne was sent a hand sanitiser Credit: Getty 8 A bottle of gin made in Uganda was presented by its High Commission 8 Buckingham Palace published a list of official gifts to the Royal Family for the first time in five years Credit: AFP
New York Post
19-05-2025
- New York Post
3 people in white Rolls Royce get shot outside NYC club
Three people in a white Rolls Royce were shot outside a Queens nightclub early Sunday, according to cops and law-enforcement sources. The victims — two women, both 23, and a man, 24 — were inside the flashy luxury car with Illinois plates in front of the Amadeus Nightclub on Albion Avenue near Barnwell Avenue in Elmhurst when someone started shooting at their ride, according to authorities and sources. One of the women was shot in her chest and rushed in a marked NYPD vehicle to the Elmhurst Hospital Center, where she was listed in stable condition. Advertisement 3 All three victims were shot inside this white Rolls Royce with Illinois plates, sources said. Kyle Mazza/NurPhoto/Shutterstock 3 Two women and a man were shot outside the Amadeus Nightclub in Queens early Sunday. Kyle Mazza/NurPhoto/Shutterstock The other woman was shot in her right ankle, and the man was blasted in his right arm, police said. Advertisement The pair were taken to the same hospital by EMS workers and also listed in stable condition. No arrests had been made by Monday, and the motive for the violence remains under investigation. 3 The motive for Sunday's violence remains under investigation. Kyle Mazza/NurPhoto/Shutterstock Advertisement The nightclub is no stranger to violence. In January 2023, a 19-year-old man was killed and a 31-year-old woman wounded when bullets flew outside the hot spot, cops said. Police said at the time that a dispute began inside the nightclub and spilled outside, where the suspect opened fire.
The Advertiser
17-05-2025
- Automotive
- The Advertiser
The cult of the car: an afternoon at the Rolls Royce Owner's Club rally in Newcastle
Those bastards were crazy. Kim Stapleton, the chief judge of a line of Rolls-Royce and Bentley motors worth millions, parked in formation at the Newcastle Museum on Saturday, thought the owners' club he joined in 1988 would be full of a "snooty bunch of bastards". What he found instead were loveable madmen, lifers; a congregation of true believers in pursuit of that most unattainable character in a car - perfection - and nevertheless willing to follow the winged woman on the bonnet (the Spirit of Ecstacy) in the wild chase until they found it. "They're nuts," he declared at the weekend. "These bastards are crazy; they are the greatest bunch of people I have ever met." Mr Stapleton had only recently joined the club, then, having picked up his 1977 Silver Shadow from a yard on Parramatta Road in Sydney in 1987. He had never stood in a yard of Rolls and Bentleys before, but he reasoned no one had ever died from just looking. "It was the worst thing I had ever done," he said mischievously. "I fell in love with it immediately." The first truth of a Rolls-Royce is that it is a vehicle built in pursuit of excellence. Every car is a singularity. Before 1940, a Rolls-Royce never sold as a complete vehicle. It was a chassis, a seat, and a steering wheel, which was then handed over to the owner's chosen coachbuilder to form the body like a drop of molten metal swept into an elegant, streamlined curve, and to add any modifications the owner desired. "It's romantic," Brian Crump, the chair of the Sir Henry Royce Foundation, said as families and visitors pawed over a vehicle that once carried Queen Elizabeth in the back seat next to the sherry canteen with crystal glasses. At the edges of the crowd, Roger Fry - a softly spoken man with a builder's hands - stood quietly in the shade, watching the procession with a bundle of display books under his arm. Mr Fry, now in his 80s, is one of a small faculty of Australian coachbuilders. He had built 58 custom bodies for owners over the past 50 years and knows the anatomy of a Bentley or a Rolls almost as well as he knows himself. There are 300 rivets in the bonnet of a Silver Ghost, he said. Each one costs $3. "I have to drill all the holes and it has to be exactly right," he said. "If you stuff up, start again. I've been doing it for a long time now." The merry band of owners and judges had come to the Museum for the club's annual rally to show off their motors and have them judged. Points were deducted for the smallest imperfections as the drivers lined up to admire the craftsmanship of a century. "The first thing I wanted was a driver's license," Victor Nash said. "You were out of the clutches of your parents. The world was your oyster. For me, it meant freedom." Mr Nash had two vehicles at the show: a Bentley Mark VI drophead coupe with a curving, dreamlike body, and an S3 Continental designed by a Norwegian with a clean mid-century aesthetic. When he describes it, he knows the designers by name. He knows their history, where they were built - even the chassis numbers, by rote. Mr Stapleton, as he reminisces, recalls a former member now passed, Malcolm Johns, who loved to show off how he kept his engine so immaculate he could slow it to a hum - low enough you could count the revolutions. The Rolls and the Bentley represent a different time for motoring; it was never about getting somewhere fast (though no vehicles in the line Saturday would struggle to keep freeway pace) or efficiently. It was about travelling in comfort and arriving in style. The leather is overstuffed and absorbing - the interior smells of polish and care. But, like any icon, they can be temperamental. The second truth of a Rolls is that it never breaks down. It only ever "fails to proceed". During an overland rally - the name the owners give to the long and often meandering journeys between their meets - in Western Australia, a Silver Cloud pulled into a one-horse town between Perth and Broome, where everything the place needed was under one roof; the pub, the petrol and the post. Having refilled, the Cloud failed to proceed and the convoy's mechanic was called in to assist. "The mechanic turns up, sticks his head under the bonnet and contemplates," Mr Stapleton said. A stuck solenoid was diagnosed as the issue. "He looked around, found himself a good stick, and told the owner to turn it over when he told him," Mr Stapleton said, spinning the yarn. "He turns it over. The mechanic gives the solenoid a whack with the stick - and it works." "Then he gives the driver the stick and tells him to hang on to it because he was going to need it again." In the window, a bewildered lad with a pint in his hand turned to the patrons and declared, "Isn't that amazing - here in the middle of the outback, and there's a Rolls-Royce mechanic available." "We all have these little stories," Mr Stapleton said. Those bastards were crazy. Kim Stapleton, the chief judge of a line of Rolls-Royce and Bentley motors worth millions, parked in formation at the Newcastle Museum on Saturday, thought the owners' club he joined in 1988 would be full of a "snooty bunch of bastards". What he found instead were loveable madmen, lifers; a congregation of true believers in pursuit of that most unattainable character in a car - perfection - and nevertheless willing to follow the winged woman on the bonnet (the Spirit of Ecstacy) in the wild chase until they found it. "They're nuts," he declared at the weekend. "These bastards are crazy; they are the greatest bunch of people I have ever met." Mr Stapleton had only recently joined the club, then, having picked up his 1977 Silver Shadow from a yard on Parramatta Road in Sydney in 1987. He had never stood in a yard of Rolls and Bentleys before, but he reasoned no one had ever died from just looking. "It was the worst thing I had ever done," he said mischievously. "I fell in love with it immediately." The first truth of a Rolls-Royce is that it is a vehicle built in pursuit of excellence. Every car is a singularity. Before 1940, a Rolls-Royce never sold as a complete vehicle. It was a chassis, a seat, and a steering wheel, which was then handed over to the owner's chosen coachbuilder to form the body like a drop of molten metal swept into an elegant, streamlined curve, and to add any modifications the owner desired. "It's romantic," Brian Crump, the chair of the Sir Henry Royce Foundation, said as families and visitors pawed over a vehicle that once carried Queen Elizabeth in the back seat next to the sherry canteen with crystal glasses. At the edges of the crowd, Roger Fry - a softly spoken man with a builder's hands - stood quietly in the shade, watching the procession with a bundle of display books under his arm. Mr Fry, now in his 80s, is one of a small faculty of Australian coachbuilders. He had built 58 custom bodies for owners over the past 50 years and knows the anatomy of a Bentley or a Rolls almost as well as he knows himself. There are 300 rivets in the bonnet of a Silver Ghost, he said. Each one costs $3. "I have to drill all the holes and it has to be exactly right," he said. "If you stuff up, start again. I've been doing it for a long time now." The merry band of owners and judges had come to the Museum for the club's annual rally to show off their motors and have them judged. Points were deducted for the smallest imperfections as the drivers lined up to admire the craftsmanship of a century. "The first thing I wanted was a driver's license," Victor Nash said. "You were out of the clutches of your parents. The world was your oyster. For me, it meant freedom." Mr Nash had two vehicles at the show: a Bentley Mark VI drophead coupe with a curving, dreamlike body, and an S3 Continental designed by a Norwegian with a clean mid-century aesthetic. When he describes it, he knows the designers by name. He knows their history, where they were built - even the chassis numbers, by rote. Mr Stapleton, as he reminisces, recalls a former member now passed, Malcolm Johns, who loved to show off how he kept his engine so immaculate he could slow it to a hum - low enough you could count the revolutions. The Rolls and the Bentley represent a different time for motoring; it was never about getting somewhere fast (though no vehicles in the line Saturday would struggle to keep freeway pace) or efficiently. It was about travelling in comfort and arriving in style. The leather is overstuffed and absorbing - the interior smells of polish and care. But, like any icon, they can be temperamental. The second truth of a Rolls is that it never breaks down. It only ever "fails to proceed". During an overland rally - the name the owners give to the long and often meandering journeys between their meets - in Western Australia, a Silver Cloud pulled into a one-horse town between Perth and Broome, where everything the place needed was under one roof; the pub, the petrol and the post. Having refilled, the Cloud failed to proceed and the convoy's mechanic was called in to assist. "The mechanic turns up, sticks his head under the bonnet and contemplates," Mr Stapleton said. A stuck solenoid was diagnosed as the issue. "He looked around, found himself a good stick, and told the owner to turn it over when he told him," Mr Stapleton said, spinning the yarn. "He turns it over. The mechanic gives the solenoid a whack with the stick - and it works." "Then he gives the driver the stick and tells him to hang on to it because he was going to need it again." In the window, a bewildered lad with a pint in his hand turned to the patrons and declared, "Isn't that amazing - here in the middle of the outback, and there's a Rolls-Royce mechanic available." "We all have these little stories," Mr Stapleton said. Those bastards were crazy. Kim Stapleton, the chief judge of a line of Rolls-Royce and Bentley motors worth millions, parked in formation at the Newcastle Museum on Saturday, thought the owners' club he joined in 1988 would be full of a "snooty bunch of bastards". What he found instead were loveable madmen, lifers; a congregation of true believers in pursuit of that most unattainable character in a car - perfection - and nevertheless willing to follow the winged woman on the bonnet (the Spirit of Ecstacy) in the wild chase until they found it. "They're nuts," he declared at the weekend. "These bastards are crazy; they are the greatest bunch of people I have ever met." Mr Stapleton had only recently joined the club, then, having picked up his 1977 Silver Shadow from a yard on Parramatta Road in Sydney in 1987. He had never stood in a yard of Rolls and Bentleys before, but he reasoned no one had ever died from just looking. "It was the worst thing I had ever done," he said mischievously. "I fell in love with it immediately." The first truth of a Rolls-Royce is that it is a vehicle built in pursuit of excellence. Every car is a singularity. Before 1940, a Rolls-Royce never sold as a complete vehicle. It was a chassis, a seat, and a steering wheel, which was then handed over to the owner's chosen coachbuilder to form the body like a drop of molten metal swept into an elegant, streamlined curve, and to add any modifications the owner desired. "It's romantic," Brian Crump, the chair of the Sir Henry Royce Foundation, said as families and visitors pawed over a vehicle that once carried Queen Elizabeth in the back seat next to the sherry canteen with crystal glasses. At the edges of the crowd, Roger Fry - a softly spoken man with a builder's hands - stood quietly in the shade, watching the procession with a bundle of display books under his arm. Mr Fry, now in his 80s, is one of a small faculty of Australian coachbuilders. He had built 58 custom bodies for owners over the past 50 years and knows the anatomy of a Bentley or a Rolls almost as well as he knows himself. There are 300 rivets in the bonnet of a Silver Ghost, he said. Each one costs $3. "I have to drill all the holes and it has to be exactly right," he said. "If you stuff up, start again. I've been doing it for a long time now." The merry band of owners and judges had come to the Museum for the club's annual rally to show off their motors and have them judged. Points were deducted for the smallest imperfections as the drivers lined up to admire the craftsmanship of a century. "The first thing I wanted was a driver's license," Victor Nash said. "You were out of the clutches of your parents. The world was your oyster. For me, it meant freedom." Mr Nash had two vehicles at the show: a Bentley Mark VI drophead coupe with a curving, dreamlike body, and an S3 Continental designed by a Norwegian with a clean mid-century aesthetic. When he describes it, he knows the designers by name. He knows their history, where they were built - even the chassis numbers, by rote. Mr Stapleton, as he reminisces, recalls a former member now passed, Malcolm Johns, who loved to show off how he kept his engine so immaculate he could slow it to a hum - low enough you could count the revolutions. The Rolls and the Bentley represent a different time for motoring; it was never about getting somewhere fast (though no vehicles in the line Saturday would struggle to keep freeway pace) or efficiently. It was about travelling in comfort and arriving in style. The leather is overstuffed and absorbing - the interior smells of polish and care. But, like any icon, they can be temperamental. The second truth of a Rolls is that it never breaks down. It only ever "fails to proceed". During an overland rally - the name the owners give to the long and often meandering journeys between their meets - in Western Australia, a Silver Cloud pulled into a one-horse town between Perth and Broome, where everything the place needed was under one roof; the pub, the petrol and the post. Having refilled, the Cloud failed to proceed and the convoy's mechanic was called in to assist. "The mechanic turns up, sticks his head under the bonnet and contemplates," Mr Stapleton said. A stuck solenoid was diagnosed as the issue. "He looked around, found himself a good stick, and told the owner to turn it over when he told him," Mr Stapleton said, spinning the yarn. "He turns it over. The mechanic gives the solenoid a whack with the stick - and it works." "Then he gives the driver the stick and tells him to hang on to it because he was going to need it again." In the window, a bewildered lad with a pint in his hand turned to the patrons and declared, "Isn't that amazing - here in the middle of the outback, and there's a Rolls-Royce mechanic available." "We all have these little stories," Mr Stapleton said. Those bastards were crazy. Kim Stapleton, the chief judge of a line of Rolls-Royce and Bentley motors worth millions, parked in formation at the Newcastle Museum on Saturday, thought the owners' club he joined in 1988 would be full of a "snooty bunch of bastards". What he found instead were loveable madmen, lifers; a congregation of true believers in pursuit of that most unattainable character in a car - perfection - and nevertheless willing to follow the winged woman on the bonnet (the Spirit of Ecstacy) in the wild chase until they found it. "They're nuts," he declared at the weekend. "These bastards are crazy; they are the greatest bunch of people I have ever met." Mr Stapleton had only recently joined the club, then, having picked up his 1977 Silver Shadow from a yard on Parramatta Road in Sydney in 1987. He had never stood in a yard of Rolls and Bentleys before, but he reasoned no one had ever died from just looking. "It was the worst thing I had ever done," he said mischievously. "I fell in love with it immediately." The first truth of a Rolls-Royce is that it is a vehicle built in pursuit of excellence. Every car is a singularity. Before 1940, a Rolls-Royce never sold as a complete vehicle. It was a chassis, a seat, and a steering wheel, which was then handed over to the owner's chosen coachbuilder to form the body like a drop of molten metal swept into an elegant, streamlined curve, and to add any modifications the owner desired. "It's romantic," Brian Crump, the chair of the Sir Henry Royce Foundation, said as families and visitors pawed over a vehicle that once carried Queen Elizabeth in the back seat next to the sherry canteen with crystal glasses. At the edges of the crowd, Roger Fry - a softly spoken man with a builder's hands - stood quietly in the shade, watching the procession with a bundle of display books under his arm. Mr Fry, now in his 80s, is one of a small faculty of Australian coachbuilders. He had built 58 custom bodies for owners over the past 50 years and knows the anatomy of a Bentley or a Rolls almost as well as he knows himself. There are 300 rivets in the bonnet of a Silver Ghost, he said. Each one costs $3. "I have to drill all the holes and it has to be exactly right," he said. "If you stuff up, start again. I've been doing it for a long time now." The merry band of owners and judges had come to the Museum for the club's annual rally to show off their motors and have them judged. Points were deducted for the smallest imperfections as the drivers lined up to admire the craftsmanship of a century. "The first thing I wanted was a driver's license," Victor Nash said. "You were out of the clutches of your parents. The world was your oyster. For me, it meant freedom." Mr Nash had two vehicles at the show: a Bentley Mark VI drophead coupe with a curving, dreamlike body, and an S3 Continental designed by a Norwegian with a clean mid-century aesthetic. When he describes it, he knows the designers by name. He knows their history, where they were built - even the chassis numbers, by rote. Mr Stapleton, as he reminisces, recalls a former member now passed, Malcolm Johns, who loved to show off how he kept his engine so immaculate he could slow it to a hum - low enough you could count the revolutions. The Rolls and the Bentley represent a different time for motoring; it was never about getting somewhere fast (though no vehicles in the line Saturday would struggle to keep freeway pace) or efficiently. It was about travelling in comfort and arriving in style. The leather is overstuffed and absorbing - the interior smells of polish and care. But, like any icon, they can be temperamental. The second truth of a Rolls is that it never breaks down. It only ever "fails to proceed". During an overland rally - the name the owners give to the long and often meandering journeys between their meets - in Western Australia, a Silver Cloud pulled into a one-horse town between Perth and Broome, where everything the place needed was under one roof; the pub, the petrol and the post. Having refilled, the Cloud failed to proceed and the convoy's mechanic was called in to assist. "The mechanic turns up, sticks his head under the bonnet and contemplates," Mr Stapleton said. A stuck solenoid was diagnosed as the issue. "He looked around, found himself a good stick, and told the owner to turn it over when he told him," Mr Stapleton said, spinning the yarn. "He turns it over. The mechanic gives the solenoid a whack with the stick - and it works." "Then he gives the driver the stick and tells him to hang on to it because he was going to need it again." In the window, a bewildered lad with a pint in his hand turned to the patrons and declared, "Isn't that amazing - here in the middle of the outback, and there's a Rolls-Royce mechanic available." "We all have these little stories," Mr Stapleton said.
