Forget about that Bentley fly fishing rig.
Your two hundred days into the zombie apocalypse and you need a ride. What do you choose?
There’s only one answer to this question and it’s the battle-car Bentley Continental GT.
Forget about that Bentley fly fishing rig.
Your two hundred days into the zombie apocalypse and you need a ride. What do you choose?
There’s only one answer to this question and it’s the battle-car Bentley Continental GT.
Oh dear. It looks like something the cartel barons in a future Series 8 of Netflix’s Narcos simply have to drive. My long-gone Dad owned an early to mid 1950s Bentley bought for very little money in the early 1960s. I have slides somewhere of a very little me standing in front of the great, grey, battered and often filthy, family and fishing bus beside some southern English stream, boy’s fishing rod in one hand, a small early brown trout or grayling being proudly brandished at Dad’s new German 35mm camera with the other. A far cry from the new Bentley battle thingie….