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The final antecedent Veyron, a usually racing EB110… and things got even some-more surprising from there

Where to start? Sitges-Terramar, now there’s a lane that needs a possess story told.

First time I’ve ever seen a automobile slip laterally down a slope. Then there’s a people. Andy Wallace, he of nonchalantly-doing-300-in-a-Chiron is here, so too mythological framework guru Loris Bicocchi. Couple of my heroes right there. we have lunch sat between them, eating Chinese brought here by a Smart ForTwo with a numberplate EB110 GT. That’s an peculiar one. The subsequent day we expostulate a Veyron to a nunnery to ask accede to fire on their road. That was peculiar too.

It is, by any measure, not a normal story. So to assistance belligerent myself I’m going to tell we a behind story. History annals that no Bugatti, given a Type 57C driven by Pierre Veyron in 1939, has won Le Mans. But some-more than that zero has finished Le Mans. We can go further. Because, conflicting a time camber of 81 years, usually one unique Bugatti has indeed competed during Le Mans. This one. This actual one.

Words: Ollie Marriage // Photography: Rowan Horncastle





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No 34, an EB110 SS highway car, bureau prepared to contest during La Sarthe in 1994. Still regulating a strange primer gearbox, 4wd and mutated road-car suspension. Commissioned by abounding French edition lord Michel Hommell, his dream was for a automobile to be driven over 1,000km to a circuit from Bugatti’s thereafter state-of-the-art bureau during Campogalliano, and driven divided afterwards. It would infer to be a one-way journey.

The competition wouldn’t go according to plan. The EB110 was positively quick in a new-for-1994 ‘supercar’ class, a competition organisers levelling a personification margin between LMP and GT cars, usually for Porsche to mishandle a regs by branch a aged 962 racer into a highway automobile (the barbarous Dauer Porsche) and thereafter behind into a racing car. But a EB110 ran well, ran fast, ran as high as sixth overall. Just had a little ardour for turbos. Five, as it incited out. And thereafter a tyre disaster reduction than an hour before a finish caused Jean-Christophe Bouillon to stalk into a barriers usually before a initial equivocation on a Mulsanne straight. No fairy-tale finish behind in 1994.

Another story. This one’s even better. These cars – a EB110 Le Mans car, a china EB110 (the usually other racing EB110, it competed during a Daytona 24hr in 1995) and a Veyron – are owned by one man. He doesn’t wish to be named – not given of privacy, yet given he doesn’t wish his story to detract from theirs. But I’m going to tell it anyway, given we cruise you’d like him. He got bitten by a EB110 bug (sorry) when he sat in one during a dealership in Vienna when he was 16. He started shopping them during a bottom of a market. “They were around 150,000 euro – a same income as a Gallardo. And we thought: ‘That can’t be right, a same income as Lamborghini’s entry-level car’. They finished thousands of those, when this, they usually strictly finished 128 of. And given Bugatti was already a million-euro code given of a Veyron, they had to be hugely undervalued, right?”






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So, over dual years he bought 10 of them, watched a prices go adult (not slightest given his shopping poise influenced a market) and thereafter sole them for a 3 cars he unequivocally wanted. It’s usually those though. He’s a Bugatti nut. Barring a span of Smarts there’s zero else. But these are special cars, and historically poignant (his EB110s are both sealed by Romano Artioli; a Veyron, a unequivocally final prototype, proudly carries Ferdinand Piëch’s signature). As an aside, it’s value observant that EB110s are now offered for roughly twice as most as Veyrons. The final one sole went for over dual million euro.

We were meant to have a Chiron as well, approach from Bugatti, yet it got called divided for “engineering reasons”. Not a substitution for “crashed”, yet a need for emissions testing. Shame. It deprived us of a finish Bugatti hierarchy of 4wd, quad-turbo machines. Its deficiency does concede a Veyron to gleam some-more brightly. we used to cruise it looked portly, yet as time has passed, I’ve realised it has good stance, seems hunkered in on itself, a curves exaggerated, curving until they can bend no more.

There’s also a denseness to it that speaks of engineering abyss and integrity, even if it comes during a responsibility of pushing refinement and agility. A statement, as most as a car. And what it told us behind in 2005 was that a Bugatti code was back, on plain belligerent and had a competence of VW behind it.

That was a unequivocally conflicting summary from a one conveyed by a EB110 14 years previously. Its rehearsal was some-more troubled, if no reduction eminent in a aims and intentions. Again, it sought to reinstate a marque, and got a financial subsidy to do so. Over a march of dual years a bureau took figure during Campogalliano. And, once that was done, they let a engineer have a go during doing the car.

No, really. Famed engineer Marcello Gandini refused to change his radical strange proposal, so a organisation incited to a man who did a premises, Giampaolo Benedini, to now do them a car. He did a satisfactory job. Maybe not as outlandish as some other early Nineties hypercars, yet it was distinctive, be-slatted and, above all, compact. Impressive, when we learn that he’d managed to package 4wd and a quad turbo 3.5-litre V12 in there. No luggage space, though. None.

On a flip side: 603bhp. Enough, both thereafter and now. The initial 553bhp EB110 GT arrived in Sep 1991; usually 6 months after Bugatti announced a SS, with an additional 50bhp and shorn of 150kg, interjection to CO panels inside and out. Because this one’s been blending for racing, it starts once you’ve flipped a ignition-cut switch down and pulpy a little symbol labelled démarreur. There’s a bemoan and a clap before it settles into a gravel-in-a-paint-pot idle. It’s somehow perfect. As is a cabin, right down to a dry dials, severe felt dashtop and matt wood gearlever.

I yield off down a damaged tarmac. It feels stiff, rigid, a engine chunters and hiccups, grinds a teeth and gnashes a jaws. So grouchy and testy is it, that when we try a fragment over 2,000rpm and start to hear a engine brook sparkle and hiss, we now behind off, aroused of what it’s about to do next.

And this place intimidates me. As we conduct down a true of this kidney-shaped oval, a 60° banking rears adult over me like a violation wave. Imagine this in 1923. The place usually unequivocally hosted races for that one year, a playground relocating on not given of reserve concerns, yet financial ones. That’s another story value telling: a builders didn’t get paid, so during a initial eventuality they incited adult and demanded (menacingly, we competence assume) a embankment takings and prize money.

After 100 years of rewilding, a aspect is mostly awful. we dress potholes and rubble, yet my certainty builds; we get used to a noise, try aloft adult a banking, get Andy Wallace out alongside me in a Veyron, Loris Bicocchi in a china EB110. We form adult and march around, a Veyron’s well-spoken rumble a universe divided from a EB110’s anarchic noises.






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Actually pushing though? Not here. Perversely for a racing car, I’ll be means to pull it some-more on a road. So, a following day, we expostulate adult into a hills west of Barcelona. we use a Veyron to try these smooth, devious routes. It’s a torque monster, a unfounded array of propulsion. It whooshes and surges, yet is so sharp and polished, so good engineered that your thoughts slip off it, there’s zero for them to hang to. The Teflon hypercar.

The EB110 is automotive Velcro. Everywhere we look, a hook. Something to make we pause, think, cruise what it’s adult to or since it was finished like that. Even summoning adult a blood isn’t unequivocally adequate to make a springs restrict most around corners, and it’s not massively eager. Let’s censure a sluggishness in a 4wd complement for usually holding a dilemma off a turn-in bite. But once into a dilemma it’s stable, stoical and, supposing we conduct to keep a turbos on a boil, you’ll get yourself a gale force exit out a far side.

Ah yes, a turbos. Up to 3,000rpm their bellow is worse than their bite. Afterwards, unequivocally most a opposite. This is not a complicated turbo engine, that finds a boost turn and flatly, dully sustains it to a 6,500rpm cutout. Oh no. The aloft we venture, a wilder a noises, a some-more eye-widening a thrust. And a faster a pistons pump, a some-more atmosphere a turbos seem means to squeeze into them: this isn’t a deep-chested motor, yet a frantic, fizzing V12 that hisses and thrashes and soars. It’s equal tools terrifying and life-affirming. Apparently, drivers of a time reported it accelerating as quick as competition prototypes such as a Ferrari F333SP. we get out trembling.

But thereafter we demeanour brazen and, a unhappy fact is, we can’t see any fixing between Bugatti and racing now. But there wasn’t unequivocally any then, either. The Le Mans EB110 happened given a abounding man wanted to do something special. Let’s wish we see his like again. 

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