As a sincere admirer of the productions of M. Ettore Bugatti, I must rise in protest against the action of Mr. J. Lawrence in captioning his photograph of a 3.8litre Grand Prix Bugatti “Orthodox Magnifique.”
Consider, sir, the ingenuity which le Patron has lavished on every feature of this machine’s design. Recall the superb tapered frame which replaces the usual glorified bedstead, the featherweight radially-spoked wire wheels, and the unique rear suspension by reversed +-elliptic springs. Ponder on the torsionally flexible front axle supplanting the independent suspension which Other designers, slavishly following the fashion of the day, adopted with unanimity, and other similar features of the design.
Magnificent this car most certainly is, even if it can never hope to win a race. But I would respectfully suggest, sir, that to describe it as orthodox is to .east an unwarrantable slur upon the name of a great Frenchman, Italian, Greater German, or whatever M. Bugatti may be. I trust you will appreciate, sir, that as owner of mere Mundane examples Of the Anglo-Saxon sports car builder’s craft, I feel presumptuous in even writing of such a masterpiece of Gallic automotive art as the Bugatti, and I beg leave to sign myself, Yours, etc.,