
As we mentioned, earlier this summer GP got the chance to dive into the fabled world of Bentley Motors. Immersing ourselves in a century’s worth of motoring history the marquee boasts, we took an in-depth look at everything from Bentley’s bespoke coachbuilding process to an all-access look at Bentley’s factory grounds. And of course, time behind the wheel in the devastatingly handsome 2012 Continental GT.
We’ll be bringing this to you over a series of several posts, but it’s Wednesday so why not start with dessert: a photo essay. Dive in right after the jump.
Route 1: Crewe to Wales
[iframe frameborder=”0″ height=”300″ marginheight=”0″ marginwidth=”0″ scrolling=”no” src=”http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=Crewe,+United+Kingdom&daddr=A4212&hl=en&geocode=FZAqKgMd2L3a_ylHSFRSMEV6SDE6uIg3cNCeDw%3BFYJJJwMdLprE_w&mra=dme&mrsp=1&sz=9&sll=52.74936,-3.139875&sspn=1.383229,2.721863&ie=UTF8&ll=53.136885,-3.4552&spn=0.988623,3.565063&z=8&output=embed” width=”650″][/iframe]2:30pm, Monday | The prospect of getting behind the wheel of a $215,000 car can be nerve wracking. Commanding 567 horsepower in a car that achieves 198 mph is hardly weekday mischief. Add to that a myriad of impossibly narrow, English countryside roads (right side driving, no less) and rain, and suddenly you begin to think a little less about thrills and more about your insurance status. But carpe diem, right? And so we grabbed the keys (not that the Bentley’s keyless start requires such trivialities) and brought the British cutlass to life to the tune of a 12 cylinder growling ensemble. 516 lb ft torque roll call? Check.
Meet the 2012 Bentley Continental GT.
Unless you live in Alpine, New Jersey or end your address with 90210, the Continental GT isn’t a very common sight. Even in Crewe, England where the the car is produced alongside its siblings at Bentley’s factory, the GT garners a bevy of second and third glances. And here in the bucolic British countryside you can imagine the kind of reaction one derives when a trio of candy-colored coupes (cardinal red, moroccan blue, and claret) came hurtling through the rain — we were quite literally a traffic camera’s wet dream. Arriving at our undeterminable destination in Wales (I believe it was a pub?) it began to settle what kind of cars we were driving. The Continental GT is a large car by every measurable standard, but it never drives like one. After the sticker price, limitless power and unsettling feeling of driving on the right side have subsided you begin to realize that this grand tourer feasts on miles, coddling you with comfort and road going competency.
