You just took delivery of that Bentley. It's almost spring. It's a perfect sunset, the temperature about 65. You are on the backside of Spanish Oaks Club Boulevard. It looks wide open. No traffic. No kids. The devil on your right shoulder snarls, "To the FLOOR!" You obey. Within seconds your nerves all fire at once as you approach triple digit speed. Then, "WHAM!!!" your suspension takes a hit.
Later, Donny, the Bentley repair guy, puts the cost at $5000 and change. He says, "These babies are really built tight, or it could have cost some REAL money!"
This fantasy brought to you by the road sinking patch on the rear of Spanish Oaks Boulevard. Last we saw it was marked with cones.