What would you do if Vince McMahon pulled up next to you in his $250,000 (or more) Bentley, nodded, smiled his trademark madman smile and said, “You wanna take it for a ride?”

Realizing that this car costs more than a house, the arena he pulled into is in the middle of Long Island where the roads are terrible and the drivers are worse, not to mention the man that owns the car, while a madman, is also the boss – realizing all this, most people would politely decline. Those people have what is called common sense. Me? I’ve never been accused of having any sense at all. Besides, how many opportunities come up in life to drive a car worth more than a house?

“Sure, Boss, I’ll take it for a spin. Love to! It’s insured, right?”

Wow.

What else can be said about driving something so close to perfection?? Smooth, responsive and f-a-s-t, with a deep twelve cylinder engine purr that rapidly turns into a throaty roar, this thing was awesome, by far the most incredible machine I’ve even driven. Once I slid the seat all the way forward so my short legs could reach the pedals that is. That, and figured out how to shift using the shifter paddles located right behind the steering wheel. And start it using the gold trimmed starter button. Once all that stuff was figured out, it truly was exciting. Even better than my Jeep!

Needless to say my heart was thumping through my chest the entire drive, but man, what a blast! I made sure to chirp the tires as I peeled out onto the mean streets of Long Island. (Actually, that’s not true at all, I barely touched the accelerator, and the car peeled out all on it’s own.) I cruised around the arena, enjoying the looks I got from other people as I passed them in ‘my’ quarter million dollar vehicle, and enjoying the way this machine handled, accelerated and stopped on a dime. I want one!

Vince said he’d been stopped on the way to the Nassau Coliseum doing 94 MPH. I can see how, because as I found out, just touching the accelerator ever so gently makes the car rocket forward like a missile. And the cockpit, decked out in mahogany and plush leather is so smooth and quiet, it really doesn’t feel like you are speeding at all, even at 95 MPH. Not that I know that for a fact or anything…

Of course, Vince McMahon probably gets out of trouble with an autograph and a picture. Me, I’d probably go to jail for grand theft auto. Either that, or I’ll get fired for not remembering to push the seat back for him.

Author: frenchy