No contest. That’s what I was thinking, ten minutes into a three-hour, late-night drive to the rendezvous point with the Ferrari. But a couple of hours later I’d changed my mind. It’s not that the qualities of the Bentley creep up on you, more that you learn how to drive it.

On the face of it, there’s not much to learn. No handling traits to get the hang of; it feels like a big front-driver, so it’s as benign a 600bhp car as you could imagine. Press the throttle and it goes very fast, with no traction issues, wet or dry, thanks to four-wheel drive, and there’s no hefty gearchange to finesse because it’s a smooth auto.