Me wandering around Koenigsegg HQ in Angelholm is how Augustus Gloop must have felt waddling into that chocolate factory. It’s diffcult to process that such a cave of wonders really exists, or whether my plane came down somewhere over the North Sea and I am, in fact, strolling around my own personal heaven. Smiley Swedish people whistle and wave as they hand polish the most exquisite carbon components, abuse a V8 on the dyno, or stitch the Koenigsegg crest into a slab of thick, expensive looking leather. Regeras to the left of me, Jeskos to the right, here I am stuck in the middle of a hypercar fever dream trying to remain vaguely professional.
Here comes Willy Wonka, a hard hat balanced on his dome, high-vis vest hung around his broad shoulders and a giant hand outstretched to greet me. Drills fizz, pipes clank, forklift trucks zigzag back and forth – we’re in the new wing of Christian von Koenigsegg’s Neverland, acres of polished concrete, steel pillars and glass that will eventually house a new production line for the Gemera (CvK’s typically low-key take on a practical four-seater – an electrically enhanced 2.0 three-cylinder engine (nicknamed tiny friendly giant, but known in some corners
