Two hundred years ago, back in the days when childbearing hips were in, I would be called a babe. If I lived in a different culture, like Tonga, I’d be
Bugatti’s radically-lightweight new fireball the Bolide…
A couple of years ago we visited the hallowed ground of the Château St. Jean in Molsheim, France. This plot of grassy earth is home not only to one of the most elegant mansions we’ve ever set foot in, it is also the holy land for automotive truth-seekers the house which Italian furniture and jewellery designer Carlo Bugatti built in 1856 for his family, in what was then part of Germany. Ground zero for Bugatti lore, the place where Carlo’s son Ettore, one of the greatest minds in automotive history, would go on to design, engineer and build the fastest cars the planet had ever seen from 1909 to 1939. That visit was to witness the first example of Bugatti’s latest streetlegal production car, the Chiron, be built and personalised. Now the French marque has lifted the veil on the craziest, fastest, most obscene track-focused version of the Chiron to date: the aptly named Bolide, meaning fireball, or an “extremely b