Bentley Turbo R - My Passion
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My Bentley Turbo R, affectionately called 'Hatty', turns 23 this year and, after four years of being in my life, the passion I have for her does not wain. Not even after having to spend around £3,000 on her this month in order to keep her in the manner she was built.
I wonder sometimes why it is that my passion lies with such a vehicle and not something like a Mini or Moggy 1000, which would obviously be cheaper on the wallet. But we are as and who we are. Nothing can change the way we are ourselves built.
I'm not wealthy, far from it. I live in an ex two up two down council house. Recent bills for 'Hatty' mean beans on toast for a long time. No meals out. No visits to the cinema, in a nutshell, I have to live cheaply in order for my passion to continue to consume me. Thank God I'm not a smoker or a drinker.
For Christmas my girlfriend brought me two cigar lighters for the back door that have been missing since I bought 'Hatty'. We laughed that she had given me a present I shall never use, but WOW! do they set each door off well, just wonderful. A precious gift indeed, as was the car cover 'Hatty' sleeps under each night.
'Hatty' makes my day, even when not in my sight locked away in her rented garage. I love going into the garage at night, pulling back her cover and, opening a door to view the majesty of her lit up from within. For she is beautiful, quite something.
I have recently undergone several operations with more on the horizon. Strange as it may sound, 'Hatty' helped me through and, will continue to, such is the passion I have for her. At times she has been stronger than any medication I've been prescribed. Maybe I'm daft. But does it matter if I am? Of course it doesn't.
We take strength in our own different ways. I Love to be in her company more now than ever I have, for I know that each time I'm with her could be my last, for I know that life can change in a heartbeat.
My journey's to hospital take five hours each way, sadly not in 'Hatty'. But whilst away the thoughts of being in her company again help get me through whatever life away brings.
Strange how some view a piece of metal, leather and wood in such a way and, regard them so highly to the point of it being an affair of the heart. What is it they say "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". But how long is forever? As long as forever lasts I suppose.
Silly aren't I?
I wonder sometimes why it is that my passion lies with such a vehicle and not something like a Mini or Moggy 1000, which would obviously be cheaper on the wallet. But we are as and who we are. Nothing can change the way we are ourselves built.
I'm not wealthy, far from it. I live in an ex two up two down council house. Recent bills for 'Hatty' mean beans on toast for a long time. No meals out. No visits to the cinema, in a nutshell, I have to live cheaply in order for my passion to continue to consume me. Thank God I'm not a smoker or a drinker.
For Christmas my girlfriend brought me two cigar lighters for the back door that have been missing since I bought 'Hatty'. We laughed that she had given me a present I shall never use, but WOW! do they set each door off well, just wonderful. A precious gift indeed, as was the car cover 'Hatty' sleeps under each night.
'Hatty' makes my day, even when not in my sight locked away in her rented garage. I love going into the garage at night, pulling back her cover and, opening a door to view the majesty of her lit up from within. For she is beautiful, quite something.
I have recently undergone several operations with more on the horizon. Strange as it may sound, 'Hatty' helped me through and, will continue to, such is the passion I have for her. At times she has been stronger than any medication I've been prescribed. Maybe I'm daft. But does it matter if I am? Of course it doesn't.
We take strength in our own different ways. I Love to be in her company more now than ever I have, for I know that each time I'm with her could be my last, for I know that life can change in a heartbeat.
My journey's to hospital take five hours each way, sadly not in 'Hatty'. But whilst away the thoughts of being in her company again help get me through whatever life away brings.
Strange how some view a piece of metal, leather and wood in such a way and, regard them so highly to the point of it being an affair of the heart. What is it they say "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". But how long is forever? As long as forever lasts I suppose.
Silly aren't I?
[quote=Waffagolf]My Bentley Turbo R, affectionately called 'Hatty', turns 23 this year and, after four years of being in my life, the passion I have for her does not wain. Not even after having to spend around £3,000 on her this month in order to keep her in the manner she was built.
I wonder sometimes why it is that my passion lies with such a vehicle and not something like a Mini or Moggy 1000, which would obviously be cheaper on the wallet. But we are as and who we are. Nothing can change the way we are ourselves built.
I'm not wealthy, far from it. I live in an ex two up two down council house. Recent bills for 'Hatty' mean beans on toast for a long time. No meals out. No visits to the cinema, in a nutshell, I have to live cheaply in order for my passion to continue to consume me. Thank God I'm not a smoker or a drinker.
For Christmas my girlfriend brought me two cigar lighters for the back door that have been missing since I bought 'Hatty'. We laughed that she had given me a present I shall never use, but WOW! do they set each door off well, just wonderful. A precious gift indeed, as was the car cover 'Hatty' sleeps under each night.
'Hatty' makes my day, even when not in my sight locked away in her rented garage. I love going into the garage at night, pulling back her cover and, opening a door to view the majesty of her lit up from within. For she is beautiful, quite something.
I have recently undergone several operations with more on the horizon. Strange as it may sound, 'Hatty' helped me through and, will continue to, such is the passion I have for her. At times she has been stronger than any medication I've been prescribed. Maybe I'm daft. But does it matter if I am? Of course it doesn't.
We take strength in our own different ways. I Love to be in her company more now than ever I have, for I know that each time I'm with her could be my last, for I know that life can change in a heartbeat.
My journey's to hospital take five hours each way, sadly not in 'Hatty'. But whilst away the thoughts of being in her company again help get me through whatever life away brings.
Strange how some view a piece of metal, leather and wood in such a way and, regard them so highly to the point of it being an affair of the heart. What is it they say "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". But how long is forever? As long as forever lasts I suppose.
Silly aren't I?
Love it, well written and from the heart
I wonder sometimes why it is that my passion lies with such a vehicle and not something like a Mini or Moggy 1000, which would obviously be cheaper on the wallet. But we are as and who we are. Nothing can change the way we are ourselves built.
I'm not wealthy, far from it. I live in an ex two up two down council house. Recent bills for 'Hatty' mean beans on toast for a long time. No meals out. No visits to the cinema, in a nutshell, I have to live cheaply in order for my passion to continue to consume me. Thank God I'm not a smoker or a drinker.
For Christmas my girlfriend brought me two cigar lighters for the back door that have been missing since I bought 'Hatty'. We laughed that she had given me a present I shall never use, but WOW! do they set each door off well, just wonderful. A precious gift indeed, as was the car cover 'Hatty' sleeps under each night.
'Hatty' makes my day, even when not in my sight locked away in her rented garage. I love going into the garage at night, pulling back her cover and, opening a door to view the majesty of her lit up from within. For she is beautiful, quite something.
I have recently undergone several operations with more on the horizon. Strange as it may sound, 'Hatty' helped me through and, will continue to, such is the passion I have for her. At times she has been stronger than any medication I've been prescribed. Maybe I'm daft. But does it matter if I am? Of course it doesn't.
We take strength in our own different ways. I Love to be in her company more now than ever I have, for I know that each time I'm with her could be my last, for I know that life can change in a heartbeat.
My journey's to hospital take five hours each way, sadly not in 'Hatty'. But whilst away the thoughts of being in her company again help get me through whatever life away brings.
Strange how some view a piece of metal, leather and wood in such a way and, regard them so highly to the point of it being an affair of the heart. What is it they say "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". But how long is forever? As long as forever lasts I suppose.
Silly aren't I?
Love it, well written and from the heart
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Love it, fabulous car - emjoy.
I was determined to buy one like yours (but in red), utterly determined. I'd saved up the money and started looking, I was oblivious to my wifes objections.... until, she made me actually measure the garage and I had to face the facts (which I secretly already knew) that the car was three foot longer than my garage.
Shame, but I couldn't face leaving such a beauty outside.
I was determined to buy one like yours (but in red), utterly determined. I'd saved up the money and started looking, I was oblivious to my wifes objections.... until, she made me actually measure the garage and I had to face the facts (which I secretly already knew) that the car was three foot longer than my garage.
Shame, but I couldn't face leaving such a beauty outside.
There's a couple who own a garage further along from the one I rent. The husband has always wanted a Bentley, but his wife had always argued that their garage was too small in which to accomodate one. Not long after I bought 'Hatty', the Lady of the House approached me to convey her dismay that her argument had been proven incorrect by the presence of 'Hatty'. Alas, and to the husbands dismay, their garage remains devoid of a Bentley. Methinks "She who must be obeyed" put her foot down with a firm hand.
Waffagolf said:
My Bentley Turbo R, affectionately called 'Hatty', turns 23 this year and, after four years of being in my life, the passion I have for her does not wain. Not even after having to spend around £3,000 on her this month in order to keep her in the manner she was built.
I wonder sometimes why it is that my passion lies with such a vehicle and not something like a Mini or Moggy 1000, which would obviously be cheaper on the wallet. But we are as and who we are. Nothing can change the way we are ourselves built.
I'm not wealthy, far from it. I live in an ex two up two down council house. Recent bills for 'Hatty' mean beans on toast for a long time. No meals out. No visits to the cinema, in a nutshell, I have to live cheaply in order for my passion to continue to consume me. Thank God I'm not a smoker or a drinker.
For Christmas my girlfriend brought me two cigar lighters for the back door that have been missing since I bought 'Hatty'. We laughed that she had given me a present I shall never use, but WOW! do they set each door off well, just wonderful. A precious gift indeed, as was the car cover 'Hatty' sleeps under each night.
'Hatty' makes my day, even when not in my sight locked away in her rented garage. I love going into the garage at night, pulling back her cover and, opening a door to view the majesty of her lit up from within. For she is beautiful, quite something.
I have recently undergone several operations with more on the horizon. Strange as it may sound, 'Hatty' helped me through and, will continue to, such is the passion I have for her. At times she has been stronger than any medication I've been prescribed. Maybe I'm daft. But does it matter if I am? Of course it doesn't.
We take strength in our own different ways. I Love to be in her company more now than ever I have, for I know that each time I'm with her could be my last, for I know that life can change in a heartbeat.
My journey's to hospital take five hours each way, sadly not in 'Hatty'. But whilst away the thoughts of being in her company again help get me through whatever life away brings.
Strange how some view a piece of metal, leather and wood in such a way and, regard them so highly to the point of it being an affair of the heart. What is it they say "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". But how long is forever? As long as forever lasts I suppose.
Silly aren't I?
Silly? not at all. Seems pretty sound thinking to me. Every home should have a Bentley! I wonder sometimes why it is that my passion lies with such a vehicle and not something like a Mini or Moggy 1000, which would obviously be cheaper on the wallet. But we are as and who we are. Nothing can change the way we are ourselves built.
I'm not wealthy, far from it. I live in an ex two up two down council house. Recent bills for 'Hatty' mean beans on toast for a long time. No meals out. No visits to the cinema, in a nutshell, I have to live cheaply in order for my passion to continue to consume me. Thank God I'm not a smoker or a drinker.
For Christmas my girlfriend brought me two cigar lighters for the back door that have been missing since I bought 'Hatty'. We laughed that she had given me a present I shall never use, but WOW! do they set each door off well, just wonderful. A precious gift indeed, as was the car cover 'Hatty' sleeps under each night.
'Hatty' makes my day, even when not in my sight locked away in her rented garage. I love going into the garage at night, pulling back her cover and, opening a door to view the majesty of her lit up from within. For she is beautiful, quite something.
I have recently undergone several operations with more on the horizon. Strange as it may sound, 'Hatty' helped me through and, will continue to, such is the passion I have for her. At times she has been stronger than any medication I've been prescribed. Maybe I'm daft. But does it matter if I am? Of course it doesn't.
We take strength in our own different ways. I Love to be in her company more now than ever I have, for I know that each time I'm with her could be my last, for I know that life can change in a heartbeat.
My journey's to hospital take five hours each way, sadly not in 'Hatty'. But whilst away the thoughts of being in her company again help get me through whatever life away brings.
Strange how some view a piece of metal, leather and wood in such a way and, regard them so highly to the point of it being an affair of the heart. What is it they say "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". But how long is forever? As long as forever lasts I suppose.
Silly aren't I?
Incidentally, mine is 33290, so a few cars later than yours, but registered in June. Maybe Hatty's first owner waited for the new registration letter to come along on 1st. August?
You could be right. The colour of 'Hatty' is Midnight Blue. In certain light she looks black. She has a FSH on miles as opposed to time or schedule. The surround of the radio/cassette matches the wood, as does the remote control for it. She has a telephone in the passenger seat arm rest, but the one that should be in the rear arm rest is missing, and I'd love to find a replacement. They won't work of course, but that doesn't matter.
Love the car, I've an itch to get a "classic" Bentley or Rolls Royce to fill a slot in my garage, I'm thinking early Shadow MPW like this one;
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Cars as therapy seem a sound concept to me
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Cars as therapy seem a sound concept to me
What a wonderful story , its funny how a special car can lift your mood just by looking at her.
Mine is also a 1990 ( jan ) in midnight blue with the same interior as yours although mine has the turbo vane 16" wheels.I get a great deal of pleasure working on her , servicing , pads , filters etc. , and as I used to work in the Bentley network , it does bring back some fond memories of that time .
Mine is also a 1990 ( jan ) in midnight blue with the same interior as yours although mine has the turbo vane 16" wheels.I get a great deal of pleasure working on her , servicing , pads , filters etc. , and as I used to work in the Bentley network , it does bring back some fond memories of that time .
Waffa, What colour is the leather? Looks too light for parchment (mine)
Giving my old girl a bit of TLC at the moment, Pt 1 of 2 for minor bodywork imperfections, and the front door cappings to repair the dents the previous owner left with his safety belt!
Also, hopefully, found a guy, but bloody elusive, even though he is local,to re connolised the two front seats, but have a back up ooop north!
Giving my old girl a bit of TLC at the moment, Pt 1 of 2 for minor bodywork imperfections, and the front door cappings to repair the dents the previous owner left with his safety belt!
Also, hopefully, found a guy, but bloody elusive, even though he is local,to re connolised the two front seats, but have a back up ooop north!
Waffagolf said:
She has a telephone in the passenger seat arm rest, but the one that should be in the rear arm rest is missing, and I'd love to find a replacement. They won't work of course, but that doesn't matter.
It's unlikely that there was a handset in the rear originally, the idea was that you can unplug it depending on if you're driving or being driven in the back. As it only has one box of tricks in the back it'll only handle one handset anyway.I did handle a 97 Silver Spur recently that had three 'phones fitted to it, never found out if they all worked though.
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