If you’re ever in line at the grocery store and feel a slight wave or nausea, or you feel like time slightly slows – don’t worry, it’s just the Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport Vitesse accelerating under wide open throttle.  The new for 2012 Bugattie Veryron Grand Sport Vitesse (say that three times fast) is yet another model of the most expensive production car around.  With 1,200 horspeower, the new Vitesse is even more powerful than the mighty 1,000 horsepower Grand Sport and 1,106 pound-feet of torque may not be enough to temporarily adjust the speed of the rotation of the earth but it’s definitely enough for plenty of speed – which “Vitesse” just so happens to mean in French.

Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport Vitesse
Vitesse means “Speed” in French

Ironically, the Vitesse will be substantially slower in the top speed arena compared to its lesser powered brethren and for good reason.  The Vitesse is a targa top.  That said, the mighty Vitesse will be limited to a still very fast 217 mph and I’m sure the symphony of sounds that come from having the top down will more than compensate for the lack of 268 mph, not to mention it’ll be the worlds fastest convertible.  Performance for the Vitesse in the sub 200 mph zones should be enhanced over the regular Veryron Grand Sport and I doubt that many Bugatti owners test the limits of 200 plus mph anyway, on public roads at least.

Pricing for the Vitesse hasn’t been officially announced yet, but seeing as how it blends the personalities of the $2 million Grand Sport and the $3.3 million Super Sport, I’d expect the price to be somewhere in the middle of that range.  Either way, you’ll need to be a mega millionaire or billionaire to bring one of these babies home, or you could just buy one frivolously and then drive it into a lake to claim the insurance

[Source: Motor Trend]

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