Because We Can

I will likely never drive one, and almost certainly never own one, but I love that such things exist:

The Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport

Comparing it to any other car is pointless, because there is nothing else in its $2.1-million class. … Even if there were another 253-mph drop-top with more luxury appointments than a Bond villain's boudoir, you wouldn't want it. You'd want this exact car, because more than being a blast to drive, it is the greatest gasoline-powered vehicle that has ever been, or will ever be, built. Seriously.

Is it more car than anyone needs? That’s the wrong question. This is an exploration of what is possible. It’s an exuberant celebration of human potential:

In the quickest Lamborghini ever produced, the Murcielago LP640, you can hit 60 mph in 3.2 seconds. In the Grand Sport it takes a hair under 2.5. How does it feel to command that pace? Godlike.

The acceleration is so immediate you can feel your eyeballs deform under the G-forces. It's a sensation of isolationist joy, an out-of-body awareness that you're moving faster than the world can react.

Yet, it isn’t just a knuckle-dragging rocket sled. It is a car for drivers:

If anything, the exhaust note is a bit tame, and the power is manageable.
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This car sticks to the ground like 1,000-horsepower gum.

The open-topped super sports car displays its power, performance, and self-assertion as a matter of course. Simultaneously, it exudes charisma, perfection, and elegance. In other words: it is a Bugatti that follows the technological and aesthetic examples of Ettore Bugatti’s Grand Sport models of the late 1920s – a true Bugatti.

A Prius may be interesting, in its self-conscious castrated way. But this machine is cool. Excellence is its own justification. And…

H/T: Newmark’s Door and Theo Spark.