Fifteen vehicles.
House-owned & member-entrusted.
Most of what you see is owned by NTX, garaged in Haltom City, and serviced in-house. A growing share is owned by members who'd rather their car earn its keep than sit in a third garage. Either way, you can't tell the difference — and that's by design.
Rolls-Royce Ghost
The room. Whisper-quiet, planet-heavy, and self-aware enough to know you're not driving — you're being moved through space. For weddings, anniversaries, and the rare evening that calls for actual gravitas.
McLaren 720S Spider
Carbon-fiber Monocage, retractable hardtop in 11 seconds, and a paint code that needs no introduction. McLaren Orange isn't a color choice — it's a declaration. The Spider does everything the coupe does, with the added theater of an open sky.
McLaren MP4-12C
Twin-turbo V8 in a carbon tub, painted the color of a traffic-stopping mistake. The 12C was the car that announced McLaren wasn't just a Formula 1 team. The lime makes it impossible to be subtle. Don't try.
Bentley Flying Spur
What a Rolls would be if it had a pulse. W12, all-wheel drive, and a Mulliner cabin that takes diamond-quilted leather past the point of self-parody and back into actually being beautiful. For when the room needs to know you arrived but the conversation can stay civilized.
Bentley Continental GTC
The grand tourer in a color that argues for itself. Cream over wood and chrome, W12 burble, and a soft top that opens onto whatever Texas weather decided to deliver. Old money paint, new money speed. Looks better with the roof down.
Cadillac Escalade
The boardroom on wheels. 38-inch curved OLED, massaging seats, and the kind of presence that turns a hotel pickup into an entrance. Most of our airport runs and corporate offsites move in this. If you have more than four people and don't want to talk about whose car everyone takes — this is the answer.
GMC Yukon XL Denali
What the Escalade is if you don't want anyone to know it's the Escalade. Same chassis, quieter badge, slightly more legroom in the third row. Goes everywhere with three rows of adults and never once feels apologetic about taking up the lane.
Chevrolet Suburban
Eight seats, full luggage, and the kind of look that doesn't get a second glance — which is exactly the point for the people who book it. Family flying in for the wedding, executive team needs one car for the day, eight buddies headed to the fight in Vegas. Workhorse with a leather interior.
Chevrolet Corvette
America's answer to Italy. Mid-engine V8, sub-three-second 0-60 in Z06 trim, and a price point that'd make a Ferrari owner sweat. The white paint shows off the body lines that the engineers fought tooth and nail to keep clean. Drives like a mood elevator.
Lincoln Navigator
Quietly the most comfortable seat in any of our SUVs. Black Label cabins are designed by people who clearly hate noise. 30-way power seats, suede headliner, and a stance that lets you forget you're in a body-on-frame truck. The understated cousin of the Escalade — equally capable, half the attention.
Tesla Model S
Quietest 0–60 you'll ever experience. Plaid does it in under two seconds, in baby blue, with no engine note to warn the road. The car that breaks people who think they understand fast. Charges in our garage, returns clean, surprises every single first-timer.
Tesla Cybertruck
Stainless steel exoskeleton, three motors, and an aesthetic the rest of the auto industry is still trying to figure out how to argue with. The Cyberbeast is the version that actually moves like the spec sheet implies. People stop and take photos. We've stopped trying to discourage it.
BMW X3
The honest one. Midnight blue paint, blacked-out wheels — the daily our members reach for when they don't need to make a statement, just need to get to the office in a car that won't embarrass them. Apartment complex appropriate. Costco appropriate. Date appropriate.
Mercedes-AMG G63
The square. Hand-built in Graz by people who clearly enjoy their job, with a 4.0L AMG V8 that turns every grocery run into theater. Polar white over the iconic boxy silhouette is the version that owns the room without trying. The Bentley of off-roaders, except the off-road part is optional.
Lamborghini Huracán Spyder
The last great naturally-aspirated supercar. No turbos, no electric assist — just 5.2 liters of V10 howl and a soft top that opens to let the neighborhood hear it. White over Italian tricolore stripes. Drives like a violin sounds. Books fast.
