I have solemnly sworn to not mention the words “soul” or “passion” even once in a review of an Italian car.
I can think of worse ways to be stuck in traffic than sitting inside a Bentley, especially if you’re not driving it yourself.
Alan Sugar drives one. So does Simon Cowell. But, by and large, owners of the Rolls-Royce Phantom prefer discretion.
There’s a certain inevitability about Aston Martin; it’s impossible to discuss it without referencing James Bond.
We'd stopped the BMW i8 alongside Loch a’ Chroisg to swap drivers and stretch our legs.