I believe it was Longtime Reader and Car Nut GT3Ted who once stated that his car of desire would be a 1920s-era Bentley (“Blower”) 4.5-liter monster.
Me, I’d hate it because of the extreme hassle of getting the thing started — it was a routine of astonishing complexity and irritation.
However, as Iain Tyrrell demonstrates, there are alternatives. Sit back and enjoy watching a middle-aged man having his loins stirred by one of the greatest cars — and driving experiences — ever made by man.
As I said, I wouldn’t want one of the originals. But Bob Peterson’s rumbling and snorting 6.5-liter B80 monster, in Iain’s words a faithful resto-mod / homage / “slightly more modern” / “vintage-esque” Bentley with its military-grade Rolls-Royce straight-8?
In a racing heartbeat, baby.
It makes all the other exotica in Iain’s garage look like effete little toys; a manly 25-year-old single-malt Scotch compared to a girly cocktail with an umbrella and bits of fruit in it.
WANT.