My first car, or rather vehicle, back in the early 1970s was a Ford Anglia van, which had the dubious distinction of costing less than my father’s new lawnmower – although top speeds were about the same.
Even so, it opened up a whole new world to an 18-year-old.
There followed a succession of varied and esoteric choices including a Citroën Dyane, Triumph 1500, Lancia Fulvia, a series of Volkswagen Golf GTIs, Alfa Romeo GTVs and eventually a couple of Maseratis.
However, it has taken nearly 50 years to discover the very special world of Bentley, initially in the form of a 1997 Turbo RL.
Perhaps it’s the combination of advancing years and a slower pace of life that has drawn me back to an almost forgotten world of motoring and helped to inspire the acquisition of another, considerably older Bentley.
This one is just two months younger than me: it’s sobering to think it has been on the road for as long as I’ve been on this planet.
The car in question is a 1954 R-type automatic, a Standard Steel saloon in Oxford Blue over Shell Grey with original cream leather.