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Originally Posted by MaSnaka
Valet story. When I was a lot younger I had a friend who valeted cars at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills. I was there one night awaiting a ride home from him when he got off work so I hung out for an hour or so. It didn't seem like such a big deal then but now I am not so sure. He would drive the cars hard through the underground parking garage, tires squeeling, skidding by giant concrete pillars and other expensive cars. The sound systems tested to their max levels. Rifling through the glove box and center consols looking for money or drugs or whatever. Then returning the cars to their owners like nothing and get tipped. When valeting my car anywhere I always ask for the name of the attendant who takes my car. I want some form of accountability. I would insist to park my own Cobra though. A rental car I could care less.
John
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I am not sure of all the facts, but sometime in late 1966 or early 1967 Ken Bender and his father were in LA and I believe they were staying at the Beverly Hilton. The valet parking kid took his 1966 Cobra on a wild ride in the basement, hit a cement pillar and pretty much tore one side of the car off. The Hotel took care of all the repair and transportation including replacing both left and right front and rear suspensions.