short story on the Bugatti-Duesenberg U-16

by Paul DeLucchi

"The bottle had dust on its shoulders. No one had ordered a Campari in years. Yet the tavern in this tired-but-proud New Jersey town was host tonight to an emissary from abroad -- indeed, an agent of Il Signore himself, that large man in the white coat. "EB" -- little-known in the States except in anecdote, as the man who would stop a train with cable brakes, the man who would watch unblinking as his bloodspattered mechanics were carted off on stretchers, the man who dared run coolant through tubular chassis -- in other words, a looney. The most glorious looney the automotive world could flaunt, in those troubled ......"

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