Bentley Continental Supersports Convertible Review
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After four hours behind the wheel of the 2011 Bentley Continental Supersports Convertible, I am a changed man. Meaning, I have changed into kind of a jerk. It isn't the car's fault — I'm the one who drove off totally unprepared to spend a cloudless California day with the top down. So when my face and neck begin to turn the color of brake lights, I put on a Bentley-badged hat I find in the trunk and raise the collar of my shirt to protect myself from the midday sun. The result is that I'm nestled in the carbon-fiber bucket seat of a Bentley convertible while sporting a white Bentley hat and a popped collar. Passing motorists — or, more precisely, motorists I'm passing — no doubt find me extraordinarily punchable. Still, a guy can get away with a lot when he's driving a $280,000 drop-top that outruns everything else on the road. But there are limits. Lurching into the middle of a biker gang while travelling upwards of 100 mph? That's a limit … as I'm about to find out.