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Bentley Eight - FSD 803

Chassis:  CH16507

Spoiler alert: this one’s a breaker.
Not in the dramatic, Hollywood sense — no explosions, no slow-motion crusher scene — just the quiet, inevitable kind.

Last night we took in an ’86 Bentley Eight, its blue paint still catching the light in a way that makes you pause and think, maybe there’s something here. And then you open the door…

Inside, it’s less “gentleman’s club” and more “crime scene.” The dash has gone walkabout, the dials dangle by their wires, and the speakers sit exposed like dental work mid-procedure. No door caps, no glove box, and not much in the way of a centre console either. In fact, calling it an interior feels optimistic.

The door seals aren’t sealing anything, the leather’s seen better decades, and someone, at some point, decided a ratchet strap was the ideal way to keep the doors shut. To their credit, they did at least leave some of the trim draped across the passenger seat — a sort of half-hearted offering to whoever came next.

But let’s be fair: we’ve seen worse arches, and the blue paint still just about holds its dignity — sort of. With a bit of T-Cut and a machine polisher, it might even pass for “presentable.” It’s a proper Bentley shade underneath the neglect, even if the years haven’t been kind. And then there are the wheels: proper RT alloys. The sort you don’t see often, and when you do, they make even a tired old Eight look like it still remembers its glory days. Once they’ve been properly refurbished, they’ll be something special again — small redemption for a car that’s otherwise run out of road.

So yes, this Bentley’s story ends here. It won’t thunder down another motorway or purr outside a country hotel. But it will live on — in the parts, the panels, and the bits that still have some fight left. Recycling isn’t glamorous, but it’s honest. And in a strange way, it’s fitting. The Eight was built to last, and thanks to this one, a few more will.

Stay tuned — the end for one is just the start for many others.