Showing posts with label 2010 Bentley Continental Supersports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2010 Bentley Continental Supersports. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2010

2010 Bentley Continental Supersports Convertible

Finally a new automatically opening and closing closing Powerboot is now standard on the new Continental Flying Spur and GTC models (not on Supersports versions).

2010 Bentley Continental Supersports Convertible
2010 Bentley Continental Supersports
2010 Bentley Continental Supersports
2010 Bentley Continental Supersports
2010 Bentley Continental Supersports
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2010 Bentley Continental Supersports
2010 Bentley Continental Supersports Convertible

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

2010 Bentley Continental Supersports

2010 Bentley Continental Supersports

The 2010 Bentley Continental Supersports is to ultra-luxury performance cars what Shaquille O'Neal was to the NBA before he stopped taking himself seriously — big on the outside, small on the inside and overwhelming in just about any way that can be measured. Also, like Shaq, the Bentley becomes a lot more likable once one realizes it shouldn't be taken too seriously.

Anyone who witnessed Shaq Vs, the ABC reality show last summer in which the NBA superstar challenged other professional athletes in their respective disciplines, knows that Shaq is well beyond taking himself seriously these days. He's funny, amiable and even self-deprecating before and after having his ass handed to him by various experts in various sports. The 2010 Bentley Continental Supersports is much the same.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Preview: 2010 Bentley Continental Supersports

2010 Bentley Continental Supersports.

Tyler Anderson 2010 Bentley Continental Supersports.

Imagine, for a nanomoment, you're the doctor/lawyer/Indian chief your mom always wanted. Cash to burn, successful career on autopilot and the manse in Forest Hill finally mortgage-free, you're in the market for a new car, one that speaks to your success and station in the community. But, you're also in full mid-life crisis, sentimental for the tearaway youthfulness you now regret suppressing every time you open that second bottle of Chateau Lafite. Indeed, in your last act of impetuousness before children and creeping maturity reared their ugly heads, you owned an Aston Martin. Not one of these new namby-pamby ones, what with their button-down engineering and sophisticated electronics, but a real he-man-of-