Bugatti Veyron on Route 66: Day Two

Welcome to the Day Two photo diary from our decidedly-ambitious-but-really-not-especially-rubbish American road trip: 2400 miles from Chicago to LA in the 1200bhp, 260mph Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport Vitesse.

In yesterday's chapter we headed south-west from the Windy City to St Louis, on the banks of the Mississippi. Check out our gallery here, in which we also explain how the hell this mammoth, once-in-a-lifetime road trip came about.

Day Two would see us cover three states – Missouri, the tiniest corner of Kansas, and Oklahoma – in the course of some 600 miles en route to Oklahoma City. And, as you’d expect, a 13-metre-tall rocking chair.

We’re counting down to next week’s release of the ‘Adventures’ issue of Top Gear magazine – in print and electronically – where you’ll be able to read the full story as well as a wholel host of other adventurous motoring escapades.

Enjoy, and check back tomorrow for Day Three of our Big Bug Sixty-Six epic…

Pictures: Justin Leighton

Leaving St Louis, heading west into the green, hilly Ozark hills.

A traditional Route 66 motel. A very un-traditional, un-Route 66 car.

Eureka, MO. Archimedes used to holiday here. Not really.

Welcome to Cuba! That’s, erm, Cuba, Missouri. Famed for its street murals and total lack of bearded Communist leaders.

Jesus, King of the Road. Veyron, Prince of the Autobahn?

Yes, that’s a 42-foot-tall rocking chair. You should see the granny who owns it.

“What the hay-ll is a Veyron doing here?” asked this man. Fair question, really.

Veyron ventures to the wrong side of the tracks. Wrong side of the tracks also turns out to be green and hilly.

Somewhere in the middle of Missouri. Still a long, long way to go to the Pacific.

Checking in at the iconic Munger Moss motel, Lebanon. “You don’t see many of those round this way,” said its owner.

Celebrity.

The brilliant 66 Drive-In just outside Carthage, Missouri. Two screenings every Friday and Saturday night. Gorgeous art-deco bathrooms. Drop in if you’re ever on your way past.

Veyron’s vast rear wing doubles as a convenient popcorn-shelf.

Entering Kansas. The Sunflower State only hosts a dozen or so miles of 66, but they’re some of the very best.

Kansas also contains men who drive golf buggies with three tiny dogs in the passenger seat. What a state.

Is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo? No, it’s a Veyron Grand Sport Vitesse. Really quite different.

Veyron is very low. American toll booths are quite high. Inelegant.

On the dusk run into Oklahoma City. Corners? Where we’re going, we don’t need corners...

A final fill-up before bed. Two days down, five more to go…