We’ve had a fairly outrageous stint of press vehicles in the last month or so. I can’t imagine there are many people in the world sampling the delights of Rolls Royce’s Ghost II and then a Lamborghini Huracan in such quick succession. I’m going to try and give you an idea of what it’s like to experience the later, the highs and the lows of Lamborghini ownership (without the ownership of course!).
I posted an image of myself standing next to the Lamborghini Huracan the day I picked it up with a caption about a story from my first online venture. It seemed only fitting that the person who took that shot was the same person I began that very venture with seven years ago. You see, we used to sit around dreaming about becoming big enough that one the day Lamborghini might give us the keys to their latest supercar. The V12 wasn’t even on our minds, we were content with the younger brother, the Gallardo which as you all know has now been superseded by the 5.2 litre V10 Huracan LP610-4. When I pulled up to the Lamborghini dealership that day I was more excited than I’ve been for as long as I can remember.
I expected to be more nervous than I was, but I think the hassle free Rolls Royce experience helped iron the nerves out, because once you’ve driven a $770k car, half a million is a doddle (or $465k including on roads if you want to get specific). What I had to remind myself though was that I’d be far more tempted to put my foot down in the Huracan compared to the Rolls Royce, and that intimidated me for all three days.
Steering the Huracan out of the dealership was one of the greatest moments of my life so far. Equal parts bewildered and ecstatic I laughed out loud, yelling to myself ‘I’m driving a f*cking Lambo!’. It’s childish, but I felt like one, pure elation, a boyhood dream coming to life then and there. I leant over and dropped the two windows via the Huracan’s fighter pilot dash controls, flicked the the car into SPORT and pulled twice on left paddle cruising down Parramatta Road with a smile that would have rivalled OJ Simpson’s following his acquittal. With just 400km of Huracan special time in front of me I picked up Rob and we headed straight to my faithful proving ground, McCarrs Creek Rd, en route to the Boathouse at Palm Beach.
The Lamborghini Huracan is actually a ridiculously mellow car to drive when it wants to be. There’s a reason numerous have been sold to Aventador owners as an ‘everyday’ car – you could easily drive it everyday. Our Australian spec Huracan comes with a front suspension lift kit as standard, the only country in the world to deliver it as a standard feature. Without this feature I wouldn’t call the Huracan an everyday car, it’s absolutely vital, I cannot stress that point enough. Initiate the lift and the car will slowly rise up a good three fingers of extra clearance, exceed 60km/h and the Huracan will bunker back down. Inside there’s a host of technology options including heated electric seats, Bluetooth and an excellent heads up display which sidles in next to the electronic speedometer. The indicators and windscreen wiper controls are located on the steering wheel and work like a motorbike’s, flick left or right, push to cancel. Its had mixed reviews but I loved it, leaving the steering column free to deliver the business end of the Lambo, two giant, exquisitely designed shifting paddles.
Casually initiating Sport mode via the ANIMA button (Italian for soul) is like awakening Daenerys Targaryen’s dragons. The Huracan becomes a fire breathing beast. The exhaust note goes from subdued to utterly ridiculous, barking and crackling like a supercar should, absolute music to any enthusiast’s ears. The new drive mode alters just about every aspect of the Huracan. The carbon fibre and aluminium chassis feels more rigid, the steering tightens, the seven speed dual clutch transmission revs higher and allows the orchestral V10 to sing. Then you punch the accelerator and experience some of the most arse tearingly fast acceleration you’ve ever experienced in your dull life. Nothing I’ve driven comes close to the vicious, and quite frankly outrageous, acceleration that the Huracan delivers. All four wheels outlay a ferocious amount of grip. There’s a point in the rev range when it progresses from outrageous to down right bonkers, propelling you with the velocity of a surface to air missile. Don’t ask me where that point is, I wasn’t game to take my eyes off the road. All I know is when you finally apply some pressure to the carbon ceramic breaks, you and your passenger look at each other in astonishment, with hearts beating faster than they ever have, knowing you’re probably never going to encounter anything like it ever again.
I spent a small amount of time driving the car in CORSA mode but it’s a core track setting (with lap timer) and even if I was on a track in the Huracan I’d drive the car in SPORT mode. Unless you are a professional driver the car is better than you, it’s smarter, it shifts better, it covers up your mistakes and the moment you think you’re better than it is the moment you get yourself in a bad situation – it is after all still a Lamborghini.
So what’s it like to actually spend a few days with? Well let me start by saying it’s the best looking car on the road, in my opinion anyway. The rear end is perfect, it’s just such a pleasure to look at. The Huracan inspires so much stoke in everyone that sees it. It’s a quintessential supercar, low, bold, aggressive, ridiculous. In saying that it garners so much unwanted attention, from the public and the police. I was pulled over by the police on two occasions, once for driving a car linked to organised crime (or so they said) and the second for stopping in a no standing zone. That’s the thing with driving a car like the Huracan, if you’re not being stalked by a police car or a P plater hanging out the window trying to photograph it, you’re trying to find a park where you don’t need to use the redundant $5700 rear parking camera option, praying to god you don’t curb it. Climb out, and almost instantly there’s someone photographing or touching it (it’s fascinating how many people feel the need to touch it), putting their greasy hands on the matte paint, a $20,300 option I wouldn’t recommend to anyone! I don’t want to come across like I’m moaning, I’m just being realistic. Even if it is always garaged, a bird will shit on it one day and you will inevitably have a few too many one night and be forced to leave it on the street somewhere. With a Lamborghini, these fairly inconsequential moments are stressful, returning to find a napkin tucked into the windscreen wiper with “Hey Bruce Wayne, looking good xoxo Catwoman” scrawled on it in red lipstick.
It was bizarre three days walking out the front door and being greeted by a Lamborghini, in fact I got very comfortable with it, like it was the norm. People stopped me everywhere and gushed with enthusiasm as I stepped into it, and even after such a short stint with it I’d just reply ‘oh yeh this old thing’, like I’d owned it for a year. After weighing up the pros and cons I’ve decided that one day I’d like to own one, albeit garaged every night and finished in the traditional way with proper paint protection, preferably grey with black wheels (I saw one in Melbourne and it was stunning). The Huracan is a supercar you can drive everyday, a fantastic one, one that can leave any fool for dead on any road with incredible amounts of enjoyment. At the end of the day however, it’s still a car, a car exposed to the police, the public and the elements, but if you’ve got enough money not to worry about it, then it may just be the most exciting everyday car on the planet.