SOON AFTER CO-PILOT Pierre-Henri Raphanel waved his hand signaling me to level off, no more speed, we were comfortably cruising between 210 and 212 miles per hour. It was a cold, bright afternoon and, like many convertible drivers in sun-starved Germany last week, we had the top down. The surrounding forest blew past in a tumult, and ahead, as far as I could see, was flat, perfect asphalt, about 60 feet wide, the 5-mile schnellstrasse of Volkswagen’s VOW3.XE -3.30%Ehra-Lessien test track.
The Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport Vitesse—how’s that for a name?—barely trembled, the suede-wrapped steering wheel as still as an anvil. Mr. Raphanel and I engaged our seat heaters, got comfortable and took a look around  … More
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