Everyone knows that the latest Lamborghini, the Hurucán Performante. Lapped the Nurburgring in 06.52.01s.
Everyone knows that is has the same 5.2 litre V10 engine which can be found in the standard car, along with its four-wheel-drive system and dual-clutch gearbox.
And everyone knows that it is nothing more than a Huracan with some more aero tweaks, reduced weight, 640 horse power and some exhaust trickery.
There are so many cars that I have never witnessed in the flesh, and even more that I have (obviously) never driven. But when I see certain new (and now old) cars in particular, I just get this instant feeling that they are something truly special and are going to be remembered for all the right reasons. This is often then backed up by the bold opinions of trusted automotive journalists all across the globe.
And yes, that is sort of what is happening here, however….
There is a difference this time around. You see, I have never liked Lamborghini. As a company, as a manufacture, and in some ways, a concept. Yes, I know I sound like a bit of a knob, but looking at their fairly recent road car history I get the feeling that their vision has shifted more towards being the centre of attention simply for the sake of being the centre of attention. Now before you all chime in and talk about how Lamborghini’s are all about noise and drama, I should point out that I do indeed agree with that rather popular perception. But I think that recently it has drastically changed as is now unlike that bona fide impression they gave off before.
They were the company which made cars that make everyone else on the road would stop and move out of the way.
A time not long after they invented the whole idea of the supercar ” speed and dream machine”, with the Miura.
This went on with the Countach, the Diablo, and even the first 2 generations of the Gallardo and Murcielago. But then when the A-vent-a-dor (how special) and the Huracan came along, I more than lost interest. I was pissed.
Thanks to Ferruccio’s tiff with Enzo back way before I was born, the world was introduced to this fascinating and amazing new array of cars; Supercars. But then, 50 years down the line, young YouTube vloggers started to make silly amounts of cash from their videos. (I don’t have a problem with that in particular) But the issue aroused when all these edgy, knee jerked, iPhone and Instagram obsessed kids wanted a car that they could ball around in.
No problem there, right? Something that is fast, comfortable, doesn’t irritate girls and also looks good. An easy to use box that looks fantastic and can be used on the road at sub speed limit speeds without compromise.
Now that seems perfect, but there is a problem. If it’s all said and done to be a real creature comfort on the road, what’s left for you to look forward to when you want to really drive it? Nothing. The only way you’ll be able to really enjoy it is to go and spank it around a track a colossal speeds. Again, not really a problem, right? Well, yes. It is a problem. This is Lamborghini we are talking about. Not Maserati, Ferrari, Porsche or Aston Martin.
The ones who invented the supercar. Who made the best bedroom wall poster cars. The company known for making cars that always make travelling somewhere or nowhere a definite special occasion. They’re supercars. That what they are supposed to do. But when the Aventador and particularly the Huracan came along, I just got the impression that they deliberately played it safe. With the styling, the mechanics, the vision. Everything.
That’s when I felt incredibly frustrated. Not because it made a direct impact on peoples view within the the car world. But because Lamborghini were the ones responsible for what has become the most interesting and extraordinary automotive genre in history. Not tractors or beautifully designed GT cars, but supercars. And then they went and fucked it up with some piss por fashion statement that has been designed to be sold to mass amounts of idiot millennials who don’t know why they are buying it in the first place.
But just as I was about to vent my completely uncalled for or necessary opinion, I catch wind of their latest creation.
The Lamborghini Huracan Performaté.
I just got this feeling that it was something good. A definite return to form from Lamborghini.
Yes it’s a Huracan. But it’s one done right.
I mean, why wouldn’t they take their smallest car, give it some more aero, power, noise and then send it around the Nordschleife only for it to return a 06.52.01 second lap time?
Usually these scenarios are sort of meaningless. “Oh look, a fuckoff powerful Italian mid-engined car that bombs around the ‘Ring in less than 7 mins. I’m shocked!” We’ve all been there, heard it, read it, and seen it. But this time round, it just feels right. When I first saw a photo of the car, I just knew it would be great. And then when I dived head first into their official website only to be greeted with a menacing photo of the car captioned:
“WE ARE NOT SUPERCARS. WE ARE LAMBORGHINI.” I felt really good. “They’re back!” I thought. I knew it.
“Lambo are making great cars again.” – Cars that we all actually want to own. I’m a car enthusiast; I’ll take the opportunity to drive anything with an engine and/or wheels. But I especially want to drive this new car.
It can’t not be good. We now live during a period of time where Lamborghini are making bedroom wall poster cars which boast performance, but more than match with a fascinatingly brilliant appeal.
They’ve cracked it.
I think I actually want one.