As to driving them, Hell Yes, I'd sneak them out and wind them up and let them go, blowing out the soot, polishing a little rubber off the tires. But, still, I'd be thinking about all the idiots, which is why it'd be in the wee hours, like I used to wind through Griffith Park in the early AM in a friend's leased Targa Porcshe dreaming the James Dean dream I have about the Spyder in my future. I think those who write snotty remarks about the man, who has the chutzpah to buy those beautiful cars, are jealous and express the frustration in their own lives by downgrading someone successful enough to have the wherewithal to explore a side of his character that says 'yes' automobiles of a certain marque represent the artistic side of a group of artisans who produced what they envisioned as the best example of a motoring machine. The video, in one of the links. is worth watching. You get to hear some nice jazz and glide around more of his collection. As to the garage. 'so-called'; how we decide to view our toys, or objects d' arte, is also a reflection of our design sense, or the choice of someone who has designed it for us. Because this particular example is so extreme, I find it unique in my experience and enjoy the 'putting the beautiful object on a pedestal', as this does, refreshing. No mirrors, or angel hair here boys, think how well these beauties show up, especially with the almost perfect Hollywood lighting. I am impressed both with the man's taste, and his unique understanding of the history of Bugatti, as well as his ability to pursue other, equally distinct versions of Rolls and Porsche, two brands that I remember in the video. Especially, the Roller in racing livery from the 'goggles and leather helmet era'. Gotta give this one a ten plus Ryan. Thanks for sharing, as well as the story about his largesse. I'm impressed. If I were in your position, I'd at least invite him out for a drink, as a way of showing my gratitude. Maybe at the Four Seasons, which wouldn't be slumming for him.