This car is not a Bentley but a Princess IV or DS7, a vehicle created to cater to the needs of a lost England.
Alloy bodied, leather trimmed and powered by a very thinly disguised truck engine, it speaks of the unworldly ambitions of the giant British Motor Corporation in the late ’50s.
It truly believed it could challenge the likes of Rolls-Royce in the realm of the ‘owner-driver’ 100mph sports saloon; the perfect car for those hard-done-by upper-class types of the I'm-alright-Jack 1950s, who could no longer justify a Rolls or the wages of costly ‘staff’ to drive one.
Such people increasingly required large cars that were less tiring when they took the wheel themselves. This was the very reasoning behind the introduction of the Princess IV, the first British car to have power steering as standard.
Luxurious, refined and carefully made, the Princess IV was by no means a bad car; it just seemed doomed almost from the beginning, by its styling, by its pretensions and by its humble origins. Hence my fascination with it, I suppose.