Driven to Write’s star of the Frankfurt motor show may surprise you.
Since we founded Driven to Write three and a half years ago, (where has the time gone?) I think I’ve written almost nothing on the subject of Bentley – a glaring omission on my part and one for which I ought to make amends. There are a number of reasons for this Crewe-shaped hole in my DTW outpourings, but I suppose if I was pinned to a wall (or similar stout object) and forced to explain, I’d probably put it down to a combination of apathy and outright distaste.
Today’s photo then embodies something of a cop-out from the polemic I quite frankly couldn’t find the stomach to write. Instead, what I present to you is a car that takes a classic template and renders it banal. A car whose silhouette suggests a timeless elegance but presents it rendered in child’s crayon. A car that most likely gives even Gorden Wagener nightmares.
A car that eloquently represents everything I believe is wrong with contemporary automotive design.