It’s the start of just another working day as you pass through the stately front door of your manor and crunch the gravel under foot. In front of you sits your Bentley Flying Spur, and as you clasp the weighty key – thankfully now far removed from the VW-derived item of the Continental GT – you can’t help but feel a twinge of pride and satisfaction: you bought that.
You’ve come a long way, achieved much in your life. You’re a success. The Mercedes S-class you owned before the Spur never made you feel like that, and certainly not the top-end BMW 5-series before that. There are a hundred expensive Mercedes in this wealthy area, but only a few Bentleys.
If you understand only one thing about the Flying Spur and appreciate only one of its talents, it is this in-bred marque appeal and sense of gravitas that its rivals can only dream of. And at times, that’s just as well.