As much as I love to point and make jokes at the ridiculousness of a Bentley’s opulence, even I clammed up and enjoyed the car once I got to drive one. And let me tell you something: once you’re all good and wrapped up in that leather interior, nothing else that happens outside of the car matters to you in the slightest.
(Full disclosure: Breitling invited me out to San Diego to fly in a jet. It was terrific fun. They put me up, fed me and shuttled me around. And then also let me have an hour and a half alone with a special edition Bentley Continental GT Speed during sundown.)