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La rivista e il marketplace globale per gli appassionati di auto d’epoca, creati da appassionati.
Letter to the editor
Charleston County, S.C., U.S.A. is not a large place but is home to one of the most notable but probably most unknown Bugatti enthusiasts. After the war, Ron (Ray!) Jones moved his family from the U.S.A. to France, selling most of what he owned and buying everything he could from the original Bugatti factory. Anecdotally he told me the foreman would weigh the scrap by hand, guess the material and offer a price on that basis. I visited the family a few weeks back and came away with the enclosed photo. The body is replacement, all else is original, some 300 b.h.p. and with history. The engine apparently has a few small cracks but is pretty drivable and heck, what is a little steam from the exhaust to stop the fun!
Chris Leigh-Jones
Originally published on March 29th, 2022
My father was also Ray's plumber and plumbed his house. Ray has since passed away along with my father and many more. I loved seeing Ray, it was a history tour every time I got to go to his place for a service call—it was fascinating to say the least. He hand-built the bodies to specification since he had all the original blueprints from when he purchased the old factory's. He formed them over a wooden buck he had hand-made, and when he was done he burned the bucks to ashes and dumped them into the Intracoastal Waterway to never be seen again, haha!
Ray designed things for the military, the Lincoln Motor Co. and I'm sure more. He had a third-grade education and was smarter than anyone I know from college. His wife was a kind woman and, much like Ray, an avid collector. She had many rare and unique dolls hand-made with so much detail they in fact looked real. Anyhow, I still see the Bugatti blue on dad's shop floor to this day. Ray was such a model of a man and the epitome of "living the dream."
R.I.P. Mr. Jones, and Dad as well!