They are just arrived. The roaring engines, like thoroughbred before a competition. They arrived, from anywhere and anytime, from the America of the Twenties and from the France of the Thirties. They arrived in a flash and now we can hear different languages and perceive the different smells. Many recognize the models from a distance, count the cylinders and get excited for the strenght. When you see the first car shoot past like a rocket under the aged oaks, the pilot aboard, with the glasses and the leather helmet you can really feel the modern myth of Bugatti.