Yeah... Now a year ago, Jeremy raced James and me from Italy to London.
James and I in his ridiculous aeroplane and Jeremy in a Bugatti Veyron.
And, annoyingly, he won.
Then we heard from a bunch of aeroplane enthusiasts called the RAF.
They said, "Why don't you come up to our place and we've got you a plane
that'll give your car a run for its money."
And seeing I'm the only one who hasn't yet driven the Bugatti Veyron,
I took up the challenge.
Yes, the 1,000 horsepower legend is back and if I'm honest, I'm a bit nervous.
Not because of the car itself,
but because of the burden that now rests on my shoulders.
When Jeremy drove the Veyron,
all he had to beat was an incompetent James and a useless little aeroplane.
Then when James went to Germany and maxed it,
the car didn't even break sweat.
But this time, the Veyron's honour's really at stake
because never before has it gone up against something like this.
The most modern, the most hi-tech strike fighter on the planet,
the Eurofighter Typhoon.
And for once when it comes to figures, the Bugatti really is top-trumped.
Its twin engines develop 20,000 lb of thrust each,
punching the Eurofighter up to 65,000 feet
and a top speed of over 1,500 miles an hour
This machine is the cutting edge of what a plane can do.
It's actually designed to be aerodynamically unstable
to make it as agile as possible in a dogfight.
So, it needs 70 computers to keep it in the air
and if they fail, it would simply fall out of the sky.
It's kind of a mix of science fiction and brute strength.
These wings, for example, have to be able to take the stresses and strains
of all those extreme high-speed manoeuvres.
They might look slim, but each one can take the weight of 35 Volkswagen Golfs.
All in all, a handy bit of kit, as you'd expect at £67 million a pop.
Faced with the clear and present danger of the Eurofighter,
the Bugatti Veyron is the car world's best shot at clinging to some honour.
And no one knows what the outcome will be.
In fact, Bugatti is so concerned
they've sent over not one, but two Veyrons.
Maybe they're going to tie them together or something.
The shoot-out will take place here,
on the main runway at RAF Coningsby in Lincolnshire.
And here's the challenge.
It's a horizontal versus vertical drag race over two miles.
Here's the start-finish line and the car and the plane.
Yeah, it's difficult to get hold of models of a Veyron and a Eurofighter.
They both start from here. The car will race down the runway for a mile.
When it reaches the mile marker, turn as quickly as possible,
and then race back down over the same mile to cross the start-finish line here.
Meanwhile, the plane will set off and take off as quickly as possible
and cover a mile, vertically, obviously.
When it's done the mile, it turns and swoops back down the same mile
to cross the start-finish line.
Or to crash into a million-pound supercar it didn't expect to see
and YouTube has a field day.
Otherwise, it's last one to finish is a vegetarian. Simple as that.
Now, you might think the plane is going to walk it.
But don't be so sure.
The car should have the edge off the line.
It'll do nought to 100 in 5.7 seconds, for God's sake.
And when it gets to these yellow dots,
which mark the mile point where it has to turn around,
the Veyron has another advantage.
Down here its awesome brakes should come into play.
And then there's the air brake as well, which, on its own,
generates the same stopping power as you'd get in a normal hatchback.
A straight line is a straight line.
So, the car does what it does there.
But up here I've got to brake as late as possible
and lose as little time as possible making the turn, before the return mile.
So, I reckon it'll be won or lost here at this end.
Traction control off, gearbox to manual, launch control
left foot on brake, give it the full beans on the throttle...
This is it.
Stand by one, give me 20 seconds.
As drag races go, you will agree, this is quite a good one.
We are away!
We're neck and neck! I'm getting away!
I can't believe I'm looking in... Wow!
I can feel the wash from the jet!
And there it goes!
So, I'm fighting for the Germans in a battle against the RAF!
If you're watching thinking, this is cool... it is.
After just 18 seconds, I was doing 188 miles an hour
and getting ready to brake for the mile turn.
That's as late as I dare.
This is where it's won or lost.
I'm on the return mile now.
This is the best race in history.
If I mess this up, I may as well get a paper round.
I was doing 196 miles an hour, but was it enough?
I must still be ahead. I can't see the plane.
No!
I suspect I may get some abuse for this.