Lamborghini Huracan review: road test
Lift the red lid on the Huracan’s start button and prepare for the blast.
If Santa came to my house in a Christmas car, I would cross my fingers over a Rolls-Royce Phantom. After all, if you are going to dream, you can also dream big.
In a lot of people, the kid inside will crave something more … good … outrageous. Something like a Lamborghini Huracan.
It is the vehicle that appears on a poster on the wall of a teenager, carries traditions stretching from Diablo and Countach to Miura from the 1960s, and sets the setting for a life of dreams.
When a car like the Huracan plunges off the wall and plunges into the world behind, it will hit someone in the face. They weren’t prepared from afar, in a world of Corollas and Camrys, for something too out of place for motor vehicles.
Almost everyone turned to watch, gawked, smiled and waved
I know because I just drove a Huracan and almost everyone turns to look, widen their eyes, smile and wave.
One man almost ruined his HiLux because he focused all of his attention on the Huracan in the mirror instead of the flow of traffic ahead.
It can give The Tick a matte black finish, giving it a lot of resemblance to The Batmobile.
Just for a refresh, the Huracan is an all-new replacement for the Gallardo, slipping under the Aventador but still starting at $ 428,000, a howling 449kW V10 engine and a truly futuristic gorgeous bodywork.
It’s so tough to park, even with the reverse camera and optional parking sensors – can you believe they expect you to pay an extra $ 5,700 for this privilege? – and has only two seats and no space for luggage. It also consumes a lot of fuel, can’t be hidden, and you’ll need something sensible, like the Camry – or perhaps the Phantom – for family duties.
But I didn’t think of any practical things when I slipped into the Huracan. I was as happy as a six-year-old on Christmas mornings when I realized that I would actually be driving this weapon.
That’s how I felt, too, as I lifted the red cover on the start button – the same theater part as on the Aventador – and burned the V10. Only then can I relax a little bit and identify the multimedia screen, conversion and quality finishing. These mark the Huracan as a close cousin to the Audi R8, offering the base package of Italian steed.
That means the mid-engine layout with lots of aluminum in the bodywork, the all-wheel drive on the LP 610-4, the German-style air-conditioning system actually working, and the maintenance interval set to a level. 12 months or 10,000 km during that period.
When in traffic, I am prompted to press the “nose lift” button to prevent the car from dragging along the driveway and to leave the car in full “auto” mode as I adjust to the scene.
That’s a squeeze because the car is so wide and low, and the visibility is clearly awful. I could see a lot of lower nose and nose, but not much else. So I am relying on goodwill and patience from those around me.
On the highway, I was able to increase the revs to over 4000 for some great power and a great howl from the engine, which seemed more comfortable than I remember from the R8. It gives the red line 8,500 rpm and that’s when the engine actually goes off.
I’m still in Strada settings for a softer suspension and throttle response, but there’s a lot of noise from the tires due to the corner-twisting 20-inch rubber.
A little later and I’m trying harder when I realize there’s no point. I would be in trouble and not get a chance to discover the Huracan’s true potential without going to the track.
It’s a stupid, glorious, wonderful rocket ship of a car but it’s as useful in the everyday world as a mankini set.
So I occasionally run into jumbles in slow corners, using the paddle shifters to shift lower gears than the car really needs for fun.
I found the suspension to be more consistent than I expected, the well-shaped and well-supported leather upholstery, great driving feel and every journey takes longer than expected because someone wanted to talk about the car. My Batmobile.
That’s all the good news and it’s also fun to have a few people join the rapping and playing. Not too noisy or angry, understandable, but an opportunity to see what a Lamborghini is.
Then, after a day, I found myself passed Huracan. Yes, really.
It’s a stupid, glorious, wonderful rocket ship of a car but it’s as useful in the everyday world as the similar quirky Ferrari F12 or a mankini set.
Huracan is for a person who has at least 4 cars in the garage and chooses the one that suits their needs or mood for that day. Chances are they have some sort of full-size SUV, and a four-door family car like the Benz S-Class, and perhaps a smashed Land Rover or HiLux to tip.
Driving the Huracan – like other supercars that run on the Aventador and F12 and especially the snow experience in Italy with the Gallardo – is Bucket List time but it’s not real.
And that’s the Huracan’s problem.
It’s great fun and amazingly addictive, but it’s not the car that you would remotely recommend to your friends.
Anyway, not my friends.
Even if they have the money, I’d tend them to go into the Mercedes C63 AMG or Ferrari 488, or the Audi R8 which costs a lot less and offers more pragmatism and most of the fun of its Italian cousin. its.
I fully understand what Huracan is talking about, and I know there are some people who could never be happier if Santa gave them a Batmobile, but that wasn’t enough.
So just as I can understand why people love the Nissan GT-R and dream of the Huracan, I’m rooted in the real world and I have to think about more than just the high end of the time the lovable Lamborghini. can bring.