Speed is indeed relative.
We hear how expensive interesting prewar cars are from the same people who drone on and on about the equal or larger amounts of money they've dumped into a Camaro, Mustang, one-note muscle car, or what a Brit journalist years ago summed a Corvette, "a V-8 surrounded by four pieces of drywall."
Refreshing to see Hagerty run a feature like this in place of the daily press releases or boy racer Walter Mitty pieces.
Happy Guy Fawke's Day to all here gathered grasping there's more to autodom than that barely out of Kelley Blue Book, whatever Ford/GM pushing this week, or the latest super car du jour, most of which'll be forgotten or worth a fraction their present price in a mere decade.
Meanwhile, a "muscle car" with automatic transmission, power brakes, power steering? That's a golf cart on steroids for aging boys, something your grandmother could've driven.
Thanks for profiles on cars for men like this Bentley.