Bentley just rolled out the 2025 Flying Spur, a London-built luxury sedan that’s stuffing a 771-horsepower hybrid V8 under its fancy hood–passing up big V12 engines for the first time buckling under wokeness. While green zealots cheer, the car still screams like a raccoon in a pinball machine–hitting 60 mph in 3.3 seconds and topping 177 mph. Real Americans know this isn’t about saving polar bears, but about proving what’s possible when money’s no object and government doesn’t strangle great engineers with red tape.
This hybrid powertrain–it’s a twin-turbo V8 soldered to a juiced-up electric motor–lets rich folks cruise 40 miles on electric alone without asking permission from solar-shooing wind farms. But once that’s done, you’ll still be guzzling regular gas, so let’s not pretend this panders to the Greta Thunberg crowd. The engine’s official combined 50 MPGe rating’s nice, but who cares when you’ve got 738 lb-ft of torque to pull this anchor-sized sedan out of reserved parking spaces?
Bentley filled this four-door castle with quilted leather, rotating display screens and rear seats that massage you like a personal trainer. Don’t cry to me about inequality–these buyers earned it. The tech’s flashy but not spooky, with old-school buttons instead of touchscreens that only work when no one’s watching. It’s what happens when grown-ups build cars instead of coding impossible miracles for gizmo-obsessed urbanites.
Forbes claims this hybrid is the “most powerful Bentley ever,” but let’s not forget the W12’s thunder. This new V8 might deliver more go-go juice, but it’s a capitulation to climate-alarmist theocrats who punish success with carbon taxes. Still, kudos to Bentley for swinging back with something that’ll leave electric Toyotas in dust despite their so-called “innovation.”
Conservatives should hail this as a victory for private enterprise. No EV mandate forced this shift; it’s about one-upping the competition while keeping old money happy. The $276,450 price tag? That’s what happens when you tax the devil out of working folk and let elites keep their wealth. Bite down, Bernie, and enjoy the stock split.
Big sedans dying? Not here. The Flying Spur’s got legit legroom for backseat kingpins and a trunk that holds more shoes than a Nordstrom’s sale rack. It’s a family car for those who’d rather be seen in something with an actual engine note instead of pleas for government handouts to buy a Tesla.
So while the libs cry “EV revolution!”, the Flying Spur’s gas-guzzling hybrid ain’t apologizing. It’s a middle finger to clunky compliance cars, a flex for people tired of smelling exhaust from a struggling economy. If you can’t handle 19 mpg, we suggest walking.
God bless Bentley–not because they built this fancy hybrid, but because they built anything without Washington nannying their toolboxes. The 2025 Flying Spur proves America’s greatest allies can still crank out leviathans that laugh at renewable energy’s yawn-inducing prattle. Own it.
