W
hen Donald J Trump rolls into town, he rolls with the Beast. Almost as distinctive as his crisply manicured hair is the United States of America’s presidential limousine. It lets you know, quite purposefully, that the big man is in town. Undoubtedly a secure mode of transport, it’s also a totem of the power of the leader of the free world — and he doesn’t leave home without it (the Beast, or Cadillac One as it is officially known, flies ahead on a military aircraft so it is ready and waiting for the president as he disembarks from Air Force One).
It’s essentially a tank on wheels, just without the heavy artillery. Its specification is a closely guarded secret, but it is undoubtedly armoured and bombproof. It is also hermetically sealed to stave off a chemical attack and is rumoured to be able to fight back with tear gas dispersion of its own and even electrified door handles. It is built to keep the president out of harm’s way and carries a supply of his blood type to be used if necessary. As befits the Donald in his own image, this rolling Oval Office is the biggest and baddest of the current crop of heads of state vehicles.
The Beast, the president’s official car, en route to Windsor Castle during Donald Trump’s recent state visit
