One of the most pleasurable and abiding memories of my childhood was when I used to visit my Grandfather in Wythenshawe, Manchester and sit and watch with curiosity and glee as he made engineering repairs to his Bentley. It was quite odd seeing an old gentleman with a Bentley in Wythenshawe, as the area isn’t the most middle or upper class imaginable and you were more likely to find a tire yard on fire than a prestige car.Nevertheless now I have bought a Used Bentley to keep my Grandfather’s memory alive and enjoy tinkering with it as my young son watches me with great interest.
