there was once a gentleman native in British ruled India, in Bengal to be precise, i forget his name, and he wanted to own a RR. But the RR sales rep told him very snidely that RRs weren't sold to non-whites. he talked to higher-ups and even to London. All gave him the same reply. He was very affronted at this rebbutal - he was a very rich zamindar - and he wanted to get even.
he codgered a white friend of his, and got him to buy a RR, which he promptly bought from him. he then got his blacksmith to cut up the car and convert it to a night soil carrier.
in those days, people didnt have commodes and flushes and sewerage systems. the rich and famous pooped into a hole in the ground which had a large tub underneath. this tub was emptied daily by the cleaners. guess what the zamindar used to carry the smelling poop from the houses to the waste dump? you are right! the converted RR!
the zamindar made a few pictures of the poop carrier and sent them to RR headquarters (and also to the newspapers in London). heads rolled, people were fired, and RR dignitaries came and almost begged the zamindar to stop pooping on their reputation. the zamindar held fast - he did not have to listen to the whites!
finally, after much begging and pleading, the RR got their car (poop carrier) back, and the zamindar was given a new car absolutely free.
also, he was made a lifetime director of RR - the first ever lifetime director and the only one in the history of the company.
Ark!