Bentley Flying Spur
From its elegant mesh grille to the understated taillights - from which the brake lights, turn signals, and backup lamps emerge on call like a cat's eyes in the dark - the Flying Spur tastefully invokes its estimable heritage without getting sentimental about it. Under full throttle from a standing start, this leather-lined approximation of a men's club smoking room launchs with just a hint of tire chirp, a pleasingly subdued roar from the 560-hp twin-turbo W-12 up front, and a whoosh of wind that increases at about the rate you'd experience if you rode in from space astraddle a meteor.
