Disclaimer: I don’t pretend to be a motoring journalist – I lack both the charisma and literary finesse to do the role justice. I don’t claim to be the greatest driver – I lack the ‘balls’ and the skill to make things go sideways. But when presented with the opportunity to test one of the finest vehicles to ever roll out of England, there was only one man fit for the job. Enter the Banker – target market 1-0-1.
Please don’t tell my wife but I’ve fallen in love with a beauty. She’s ever so sophisticated. Oozes class and epitomizes charm at every level. Each time I see her I get goose bumps – in fact I feel like a love sick teenager. When I’m with her she makes me feel extra special. People stop and look as we glide past with either expressions of awe, jealousy or respect. When I sit with her she cradles me, pampers to my every whim and ensures that everything I need is right there in front of me. When I’m feeling naughty, she can be equally naughty too, although with bags of panache and minimal fuss. And then there’s her voice – husky and seductive. You know she’s with you.
Do you want to know her name?
She’s called Bentley Continental GT and I adore her.
I had the absolute privilege to spend a weekend with the GT. This car thrilled me in every way. Expensive? Reassuringly so. Value for money? Without doubt. The craftsmanship that has gone into this car is second to none. The sumptuous all leather interior even extends to the roof lining and it is flawless. Switch gear is extremely tactile and whilst modern retains a certain vintage feel to it. The details like the Breitling clock and the analogue dash adorned with the famous B make me realize I am somewhere very very special. And those famous wings on the steering wheel remind me that I have arrived.
The attention to detail is stunning. Put the car in reverse and my telephone conversation or the radio lowers itself to ensure my mind is focused on maintaining her gorgeous curves. The endless settings I can make to ensure she behaves exactly as I want – be that a classy long legged beauty or a racy minx. The cabin is adorned in the finest materials (quite rightly so) and you can tell that no expense has been spared to ensure she is your ultimate drive.
Out on the road her performance is amazing. The racing purists will feel way too cosseted, but for a simple ‘City Slicker’ like me, with little driving ability, she is perfect. In normal drive setting she parades her wares with elegance – knock her into sport and the vivacious side of her comes out. And whilst she sings under normal driving conditions, her voice rocks under the hammer. I was so enamored with her voice, that I drove through two tunnels…………….fourteen times! Always poised. Always in control. And always ready to obey my every command.
There are two things I’d change. First, I wish the tiptronic paddles turned with the steering wheel. Not major I admit, but would be a great enhancement. And secondly is the incessant ‘nagging’ (aka constant speed alarm warning) over 120kph.
This car is quintessentially British. I’d like to think it stands for everything that is class and regality about my fair homeland. This car won’t suit you media or dotcom types, but for me as a Banker and my good corporate friends, she is ideal. If this car wore clothes, she would be in an above the knee, tight fitting, navy chalk stripe suit, seemed stockings and five inch Christian Louboutins – ouch!
I know the GT won’t be for everyone, but for me, I’m willing to swap a kidney for it.