No topless stuff.
Why won't anyone on here listen!
OK Lane, I've held back because, well, I'm a deliberative type. But by now it's obvious to anyone with eyes and ears and half a brain what car you must—not should; MUST—obtain next. It checks all the boxes: it's fast, luxurious, relatively light and has gobs of style. It's a track day terror but seats four easily. You will not see another coming at you in Charleston or anywhere else.
And best of all, it's British. A return to your car-loving roots.
This is it:
Now, I know what a lot of you guys are going to say. You're going to say "But Ed, a 3 1/2-Litre Bentley is too old. It's too square. Too upright. It's too bulkey to deliver the kind of sprightly performance The Lanemator desires."
But that's where you're all wrong. All of you!
Because the '33 Bentley Laner's getting is the Ex-Crowley, de-cinderized version. That is: it is demon-powered. It goes 90mph through walls of flame.
And keeps going.
I think that's enough "torque" to manage any Earthly situation, and purely in keeping with Lane's Overall Vibe.
You're welcome. All of you.