As we all know, there are supercars, and then... there's the Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. It has been called old and overweight, it has been called impractical and overpriced, it has been called out for its propensity to make 10-year-old boys lick its windows. When we got word that the LP640 would be stopping by the Autoblog Garage for a weekend, it was our chance to see if the childhood dream was still potent enough to answer adult desires. We've driven the Bugatti Veyron, Bentley Continental GT Speed, Porsche GT2, Corvette ZR1, Dodge Viper ACR and even Lambo's own Gallardo LP560, and they were showstoppers. But when we finally met this Lambo, we had only one thing to say: Great googlymoogly!
We should admit right now that we bring a bit of baggage along with this review, having fallen for this particular filament in the automotive tacklebox back when Jimmy Carter ruled the free world. If you don't get Lamborghini and the LP640, we understand, and we're sure there is some other variety of automotive sculpture out there that can center your Ch'i.
However, if you do get the Lamborghini, if its geometries, its girth, its pursuit of speed and the next gas station resonates with you -- as it has with us way back to the Countach -- then there is nothing further to say. The car is a statement and a tome unto itself.
The theme song for the LP640 should be that old Morris Albert chestnut, "Feelings, nothing more than feelings," because that's all this car is about. When you're standing in front of it -- towering over it, rather -- it's got you by the transverse colon, or not at all. The engine noise has been designed to commandeer your auditory canal. Every impression, dent, dip, or divot in the road is registered in your viscera. Drive over so much as a piece of lint and you can guess the material and thread count.
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