The time has come: That moment every generation or so when all the pretty ponies tremble in fear of the tempest on the horizon. Tie up your loose ends and prepare to dip into your emergency fund, for I am that tempest—the latest fighting bull from the celebrated grounds of Sant’Agata Bolognese, Italy. Come find your way into the eye of this storm and enjoy one of the most harnessed displays of power these shores have ever seen.
Following in the wake of my wildly popular predecessor, the Gallardo, I am a leap forward, a vision of smoother edges and power-reining technology. Gone are the sharp, jagged angles of Aventador; I boast subdued visual demons with a fluid design that stampedes at the drop of a flag. My lines rush into a windswept posterior that is smoother than just about all my predecessors and almost other-worldly. Coupled with adjoined tail lights, I appear poised to enter hyperspace—I just may if you attempt to lay chase. Underneath this aerodynamic paneling lies my lightweight, stiff, hybrid aluminum-carbon fiber frame, a composite that accounts for a 54-pound weight reduction and increased rigidity compared with big brother Gallardo. Translation: stability and quick response.
In fact, my standard-operating doors are about the only element left comparable to him. Flipping up the cherry-red cover that shrouds my ignition will have you feeling like you’re about to launch a missile. The roar of my rear-mounted 610-horsepower V-10 is visceral. You’ll be dying to embed my aluminum-clad gas pedal into the floorboard to a top speed of 202mph (no school zones, please). But while the big G was out winning his popularity contests, I was in charm school, learning to be a responsive listener, taming my inner beast when my driver seeks a more pragmatic cruise. After all, no need to be flashy when posed at a 25A stoplight. My countenance says enough.
No manual option is available to subdue me, but I’m newly minted for a reason and sport something even better: ANIMA—an all-new system that adjusts my attitude to one of three driving dynamics: Strada (street), sport and corsa (track). The moniker may be an acronym for Adaptive Network Intelligent Management, but proud Italians know this translates to “soul” and it is the guiding hand over my throaty power. Combined with my other new addition, a seven-speed dual clutch gearbox (the Lamborghini DoppiaFrizione, or “LDF”), I am both the calm before the storm and the raging hurricane itself. Tapping into my ANIMA can rapidly transform me from well-mannered East End cruiser to a Watkins Glen-shredding beast, quicker than you can say “Andiamo!”
Coddled in slim, high-backed Alcantara-trimmed seats, a quick glance around my cockpit will elicit that feeling of refined power. Crafted to exceptional levels of driver-centricity, my cabin comes off more aeronautic than automotive and has technology unrivaled by my predecessor or others claiming to be in my class.
Though a bevy of rather militant toggles decorate my center stack, you may notice it is devoid of any display unit. Look in my dash where gauges would typically reside and find an oversized digital screen. Commissioned by my Audi brethren in conjunction with technology partner Nvidia, the vibrant display can toggle between drive, infotainment or split-functionality on command. Just another advancement that keeps my features at your immediate control.
$237,000 is a starting point for this bullfighting lifestyle. Accoutrements such as lighter 20-inch diameter wheels, factory matte paint and a speed bump-friendly nose-lift system can easily upgrade the category level of this Huracán. Collateral damage aside, I may be the most adaptable and forgiving iteration of a Lamborghini yet conceived, just as easily at home on strada or corsa. Make no mistake, my gale-force power is no trifle, although you may deftly direct which way my wind is blowing.
Engine: 5.2L Naturally Aspirated V10
0-60: 3.2 seconds
Max Speed: 202mph
Max Power: 610hp @ 8250rpm
Max Torque: 413lb-ft @ 6500rpm
Base Price: $237,250