I pulled up alongside this magnificent beast today at the lights. Not the deerstalker hatted gentleman at the wheel, I hasten to add.
The word car doesn't do this beautiful gleaming creation justice.
It dwarfed my modern pathetically homogeneous car both in style and size. And when he gunned that monstrous engine, I nearly jumped out of my seat. Then I went all tingly at the wondrous sound.
No smooth whirr of modern machinery, clanking and snorting, you could hear the engine take a big lungful of air before it fired off its multiple cylinders in a crescendo of noise in order to propel itself away. Sex on wheels. My first thought was that it was a Bugatti. But I really don't know, and had no time to find out. Just a one light stand I guess.