We know the vendor of this car very well and are fully acquainted with his modus operandi of importing exceptional prestige cars from Japan.

He knows, as do we, that luxury European brands have a good deal of kudos attached to them in the land of the rising sun and that, consequently, they are almost always pampered, cared-for, protected and curated with levels of care verging on the obsessive.

We also know that salt is used for throwing over the shoulders of Sumo wrestlers in Japan, not chucking all over the roads, and so it follows that Japanese cars coming our way from this vendor are invariably minty-fresh, squeaky-clean, salt-free and, frankly, world-class.

This car starts, goes, stops, handles and behaves as you would hope and expect of a Bentley with a 6.75-litre twin-turbocharged engine under the bonnet.

If you are demure and a little shy with your right foot, the car wafts along in near silence, seemingly borne aloft on clouds of cotton wool.

Flex your ankle, however, and...