You certainly won't confuse the Supersports with a featherweight Lotus, but you have to give credit where credit is due.
However, the Supersports' superb chassis and suspension stared down the sharp turns and elevation changes without blinking. Due to the highly technical nature of the corners, speeds were rather pedestrian. On the winding mountain roads near Muir Woods National Monument, I put the 5,000 lbs bruiser through the ringer. It's a constant reminder of the monster lurking beneath the hood. I say 'almost' because of the Bentley's $7,000 titanium exhaust that barks and rumbles with aplomb. I hate it say it, but the relentlessness and immediacy of the acceleration felt almost like a Tesla Model S P100D. This means ballistic acceleration on demand. The 6.0 liter W12 reaches 750-pound-feet of torque at just 2,000 RPMs. Stomp on the gas and this thing pulls like a locomotive on RedBull.
The Supersports conquered every highway onramp in sight. I've driven 700 horsepower cars before, but none of them approached acceleration with such aggressiveness. The Bentley Continental Supersports is a savage beast of a car. Account icon An icon in the shape of a person's head and shoulders.
