Specifications
About This Car
A twin-turbo grand tourer that does 334 km/h in a smoking jacket and never once raises its voice
Floor it and nothing lurches — the Continental GT simply gathers itself and goes, that twin-turbo engine (V8 or the storied W12, depending on which you're handed the keys to) delivering its thrust in one long, composed exhale rather than a shove. This is what unhurried authority feels like from the driver's seat: 334 km/h available at the top of the range, yet the cabin stays hushed enough to hear the leather settle around you.
The automatic transmission does its work without fuss, swapping ratios so cleanly you'd swear the car simply willed itself faster. Bentley built this thing to cover continents, and it shows in the way weight distributes itself through corners — substantial, planted, never nervous.
Inside, the diamond-quilted seats and knurled metal switchgear make the case that grand touring is a craft, not a compromise, with four full seats and a boot deep enough for the sort of luggage this car deserves to carry.
There's aggression under the bonnet if you go looking for it, but the Continental GT would rather glide than attack, command the road rather than fight it. Book it for the drive where arriving matters as much as getting there — this is a car that makes the whole distance feel effortless.