Luxury Meets Lowbrow When You Misbehave in a Bentley W-12

Slipping through the dappled shade of a skinny, twisty mountain road, I tried to describe the structure of a W-12 engine to my passengers. “It’s like a V-12, but crinkled up,” I attempted after the technically accurate but visually unhelpful, “It’s like two VW VR6 engines joined together.” Finally, I went with: “Imagine putting two loose six-packs of soda away in the fridge. If you line them up straight, they don’t fit on the shelf, but if you stagger them slightly, you can…