Jamie Kitman gets to drive a couple of high rollers a Ferrari FF and a Bentley Continental GT Speed through New York’s Hudson Valley, and sadly notes in the November Automobile that they don’t roll all that well:
Like their vaunted ancestors say, the Ferrari 365GT 2+2 and the original, 1950s Bentley Continental R they’re fast bruisers meant for eating highway miles. It is a disappointment, then, that both cars ride so poorly, courtesy of their 20-inch (Ferrari) and 21-inch (Bentley) tires with narrow sidewalls. As the tariff for marginally better performance on the track, the Ferrari exhibits a marked tendency to tramline on lesser quality roads (thank the cruel winter in the Northeast for their prevalence here), while the Bentley crashes randomly over bad surfaces in a most ungenteel way. Giant wheels and tires are now the rule in cars for rich and poor alike and will be until some brave company bucks the trend and sacrifices putatively stylish rim diameter for comfort, a component of luxury that should not be overlooked.
My fifteen-year-old throwback luxoboat glides on sixteen-inch wheels; 17s were optional. More than once I’ve had to deal with someone owning this model wanting to know if 22s would fit; more than once I’ve had to refrain from telling him “I hope it shoves your coccyx into the back of your throat.”