How come no one talks about bentley?

I picked this article from the latest copy of Automobile magazine verbatim: Below me is perforated and ventilated, diamond stitched, high-quality leather. Above me is a furry Alcantara head liner. In front of me is the dashboard so noble that it almost puts the crown jewels to shame. Reaching 125mph feels like riding a horizontal elevator, 150mph is welcomed by the sweetest gearchange since Mr. Borg met Mrs. Warner, and 175 mph establishes some serious aural presence. But from 185 mph on, the clubhouse on wheels starts humming, booming, and droning. In a dip that isn't the ship tilts briefly to the right and then rocks to the left.
What was that? Suddenly, the ears prick all the way to the nonexistent sunroof, the fingernails turn white, and the eyes focus on the horizon. Moments later, we carve through a clearing, and I suddenly feel like Bernd Rosemeyer, way back when on Frankfurt-Darmstadt autobahn.

Consider Bentley Continental GT Speed as one the fastest cars on the planet. You see, almost any one can go fast. Question is how one feels on high speeds inside a car. Bentley provides such solid feeling that you will assume 200 is just a start. By the way, the writer reached 204mph on this run from Munich to Deggendorf. I have a black Speed parked next to my desk! HeHeHe...!