This… is the Bentley Continental GT. A car so outrageous that when it first arrived, it made Aston Martin look like it was selling school projects. Under the bonnet sits a six-litre, twin-turbocharged W12 engine with enough power to tow the White Cliffs of Dover into the middle of France. Top speed? A whisker under 200mph. Comfort? Imagine sitting in your favourite Chesterfield armchair while being fired out of a cannon. Now, onto this particular example. Born in 2005, it was pampered from day one by Bentley Birmingham, with a full string of main-dealer stamps: First Service: 16/01/2006 at 4,456 miles Second Service: 12/01/2007 at 8,139 miles Third Service: 03/01/2008 at 10,506 miles Fourth Service: 31/12/2008 at 13,870 miles Fifth Service: 16/07/2009 at 23,911 miles Sixth Service: 12/03/2010 at 33,495 miles Seventh Service: 30/11/2010 at 43,552 miles Eighth Service: 17/11/2011 at 53,278 miles That’s right — a Bentley dealer fettling it every year without fail. Then, like a priceless painting, it was tucked away for a decade in storage. Many cars would have quietly died at that point. Not this one. In the last few months it’s been decommissioned and revived, with just under £6,000 spent between Balmoral Specialists and another respected Bentley independent, bringing everything right up to scratch. It now shows just 66,000 miles. Which, for a Bentley W12, is hardly anything — it’s just stretching its legs. When new, this car would have relieved its first owner of around £120,000. Today, it offers the same hand-stitched leather, walnut-veneer grandeur, and ludicrous power for a fraction of that. In short: it’s ridiculous, it’s excessive, it’s a Bentley Continental GT. And it’s ready to make you feel like the most important person in the room, even if you’ve just popped out for milk.