“The shape is exquisite and the lines really flow,” he enthuses, his hands moving to acknowledge the profile and neat tail design. “The low windscreen perfectly finishes off its style and reminds me of a classic ’32 hot rod.”
After glancing inside at the bench seat, he finally climbs in for a drive up the familiar strip of Tarmac.
The clockwork-style key is pressed in and the straight-eight immediately barks into life with a glorious, rousing rasp: “The throttle is super-responsive and I love the fantastic blend of sounds the engine plays. There’s nothing quite like a Bugatti exhaust note.”
The Duke is fortunately well prepared for the tight footwell, having worn narrow shoes, but the centre throttle comes as a surprise.
After practice he declares the layout better for heel-and-toeing and marvels at the feel of the controls, particularly the light, short clutch action.
Having familiarised himself with the reversed gate of the modified constant-mesh ’box, first is engaged and the Duke moves around the gravel circle in front of the house and on to the blacktop.
Quickly into second, the Bugatti accelerates up the hill, its crisp, throaty exhaust audible long after the car has vanished up the tree-lined route to Molecomb corner.
After several runs the Type 55 returns, autumn leaves caught in the distinctive honeycomb radiator core and the black paint dulled by light grime.
“It’s beautiful to drive,” the Duke smiles as he switches it off. “The steering is as light and sharp as the T51 GP car I drove here, and the torque is marvellous.
“The engine feels wonderfully smooth right through the rev range, and the gearchange is much faster than my AC 16/80. I’m amazed at how tight the whole car feels.”
Clearly delighted by the diversion from a busy schedule, the Duke reluctantly has to go.
For a few more minutes before historic racing specialist Dan Setford arrives with the trailer, we stand and admire the T55 in the late sun.
As he loads up, Setford concludes: “I just hope the next owner uses it. Too many great cars are now being stuck away.”
On such a beautiful afternoon, it’s frustrating that I can’t drive the Bugatti back over the South Downs into the sunset.
That’s what St John would have done, with Rita by his side and the elegant Scintilla headlights illuminating the road as darkness crept in on the way back to his beloved Cotswolds.
Images: Will Williams
Thanks to the Duke of Richmond, Setford & Company and Bonhams
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