Elvis Presley’s Luxurious Private Jet from 1962 Finds New Owner

Elvis Presley was not only known for his music but also for his fashion, taste in food, and interior design. In 1962, he bought a private jet, the Lockheed Jetstar, and customized it with luxurious red velvet seats, wooden walls, and rich carpets. Elvis loved the plane for over 35 years, and it was one of several private aircraft he owned, including the “Lisa Marie” Convair 880. After his death in 1977, the plane was abandoned and remained in Roswell, New Mexico, for over 30 years before being auctioned for $260,000. The interior still reflects his extravagant taste, with plush seating and a kitchenette. The plane evokes nostalgia for Elvis’s lifestyle and personal touches.

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