But if you want a car with which to savage the space-time continuum, the Veyron is it. This car bites chunks out of the horizon as it vaults into the next zip code with the unstoppable momentum of a 200ft waterfall. Leave its 7-speed DSG 'box in automatic and it will sustain this scenery-smearing advance with barely interrupted venom until your right foot flies to the brakes, your lunge curtailed by traffic, a corner or thoughts of a police cell.
And it's all so easy; the Veyron is as well mannered and secure as a VW Golf. Your chief challenge – and it's a considerable one – is repelling the urge to wantonly depress the beautifully milled aluminum accelerator at every moment.
Loose the Bug over twisting back roads and you'll be surprised to find that resisting the lure of horsepower will remain your key challenge, rather than grappling to keep this monster of a car under control. Instead, the Veyron's chassis makes it feel unexpectedly containable as the combination of four-wheel drive and mightily effective – but not over-obtrusive – ESP reigns in all that torque if you've been too bold.
Steering that feels more deft and connected does much to encourage you to corner this car hard, assuming that you can forget that it's $1.5m that you're threatening with a ditch. It's for this reason that the effectiveness of the brakes is so reassuring; the Veyron's tires appear to instantly sprout spikes.
The Bugatti provides finely sieved feedback, too. The steering's weight subtly shifts in your palms; the exquisitely upholstered seats gently telegraph the topography beneath. The entire interior is exquisitely furnished, too, as you'd hope of a car at this price. You will need to adjust your seat manually before pressing the starter button, though.
Then you'll enjoy the Veyron's unusual repertoire of noises, which range from gurgling sounds of the kind that you might hear from a central heating system to an exhilarating symphony of rushing air and engine roar that quite often sounds like you're aboard a plane.
And, when you're accelerating hard in the Veyron, that thought is not inappropriate. But this is no uncivilized machine; its manners are a world away from those of the Ferrari Enzo, which slams you in the senses with high-octane explosions of power.
For this reason, and that ESP-underwritten sure-footedness, some criticize the Veyron for detaching you too much. It is true that it could fire you a more intense blaze of feedback. But that was not Bugatti's mission and, for most, finding moments to deploy its warp-speed compressions of landscape will prove more than gripping enough.
So might earning the money to pay for this other-worldly torrent of power. Never mind the Veyron's price tag; consider the maintenance costs. A set of tires is $35,000; Bugatti recommends changing them every 3,100 miles, and with every third set you must also change the wheels. At a cost of £70,000.
Need new discs and pads? Arrange $106,000 worth of funds. Or a routine service? That will be $30,000 – vastly more than the $4,500 or so needed to service an Enzo. Presumably your Veyron will be bathed in the milk of unicorns for this. Word is that one Veyron owner in the habit of taking his car to a particularly picturesque part of Europe for monster drives has realized that it's cheaper to have his Bug trucked ahead and fly after it in his Citation jet, rather then running up heart-freezing maintenance bills by using the Veyron merely to get there.
Numbers like these make the EB110 seem reasonable. The Michelin tires specially developed for it are still available, and a pair of the fatter rears will cost you $1,300. A big service is $5,000, and service specialists are still about. So you can enjoy the EB110 for a fraction of the cost of the Veyron.
Sure, the EB110 is an understudy to the role of pulverizing long strips of the international road network, and its long gearing and turbo lag deprive it of the instant, accelerate-into-tomorrow capability of the Veyron. But like its big brother, it provides its driver with a secure platform from which to unleash all this power, and a refinement in its ride, steering and brakes that makes the task of making absurd haste so much more manageable.
Given the difference in their prices, that must make the EB110 a curious kind of bargain and, rather satisfyingly, a car that has some of the character of its famous descendant, despite springing from different genes.
It's no substitute, but it's a mighty enough car in its own right, and a hell of a lot cheaper to own.