Big bad Bug
A day spent at Bugatti's factory HQ in Molsheim is like going through Alice's looking glass. Veyrons in various states of undress are sprinkled about the place, an entirely odd sight that has you rubbing your eyes in disbelief to begin with but which soon becomes strangely normal. A matt-black Veyron? Hmm, interesting. A red one? Yeah, you know, whatever. There's a blue one over there... and a white one...
The guys on the (tiny) production line move around at a leisurely pace, gently pursuing perfection. Bugatti people must get normalised too, even as they spend four weeks bringing the world's most amazing car to life. This is fantasy land for 99.99 per cent of the planet's population, but for these guys it's the day job. Imagine.
A day spent at Bugatti's factory HQ in Molsheim is like going through Alice's looking glass. Veyrons in various states of undress are sprinkled about the place, an entirely odd sight that has you rubbing your eyes in disbelief to begin with but which soon becomes strangely normal. A matt-black Veyron? Hmm, interesting. A red one? Yeah, you know, whatever. There's a blue one over there... and a white one...
The guys on the (tiny) production line move around at a leisurely pace, gently pursuing perfection. Bugatti people must get normalised too, even as they spend four weeks bringing the world's most amazing car to life. This is fantasy land for 99.99 per cent of the planet's population, but for these guys it's the day job. Imagine.
