Nine Lessons You Learn in a Lamborghini Huracan LP610-4
Want to hear something obvious? Don’t shy away from the opportunity to spend a weekend with a
2015 Lamborghini Huracan. Your immediate, knee-jerk reaction after seeing a key fob to a Huracan should be to take said fob and carpe diem, which is exactly what I did. I loved every second of every minute of my 72 hours in the driver’s seat of the Lamborghini, but I also learned several lessons, some of which might turn a few people away from a weekend in a $280,000 supercar from Sant'Agata Bolognese:
1. People come out of the woodwork.
I should’ve known better than to post a picture on Facebook of the
2015 Lamborghini Huracan sitting in front of my house. Not five minutes after walking inside, there’s someone knocking on the front door. It’s a childhood friend that I haven’t seen, much less talked to, for years. But here he is, standing on my front porch, wondering if I can take him for a ride in the Lamborghini. I smile, slip on my shoes, and say, “Sure.”
2. Don’t make plans.
My friend from the days when I wore Power Rangers pajamas isn’t the only one who wants a ride. Everyone wants one. So many, actually, that if I lined them up and took each for a 10-minute ride, I probably wouldn’t get any sleep. I turn down most, fibbing that I have a booked weekend but would be happy to walk them around the car if they want to stop by and see it.
3. If you can’t remember facts, make ’em up.
A few people take me up on my consolation prize, and I begin to wonder if I actually know enough about the 2015 Lamborghini Huracan. Questions start coming at me. “What kind of an engine does it have?” A 610-hp, 5.2-liter V-10 -- nailed it. “What’s the body made of?” Mostly carbon fiber and aluminum -- easy. “What’s its 0-to-60 time?” About 3 seconds -- man, I’m killing it. Granted, no one’s asking tough questions like, “Do carbon-ceramic brakes come standard?” (They do.) Or, “Does this have the same automated manual as the
Gallardo?” (It doesn’t.) Want to know the best part? Even if they were throwing fastballs, I could say anything and they’d believe it. “What’s it run on?” Bull’s blood. “What’s it cost?” Your grandma’s ashes. A Lamborghini is so incredible to most folks that they become completely credulous.
4. Avoid parking garages at all costs.
This may seem counterintuitive, but let me convince you otherwise. Parking a 2015 Lamborghini Huracan on the street can be dangerous, but my experience is that parking garages are far more perilous. First, while the nose of the Lamborghini can lift and lower on demand, parking garages have uneven floors and huge speed bumps. Driving with the nose tilted up, I still bottom out. Also, a parking garage is a flame that draws in the most mindless drivers you’ll have the displeasure of meeting. Both times I unwisely parked in a garage, the driver of a car directly behind me slammed on the brakes to take a picture just as I started backing out.
5. Camera phones are insatiable.
No wonder celebrities punch paparazzi. People think that the world starts holding its breath the moment the iPhone comes out. They think that I’ll cock the car’s front wheels 45 degrees to the right and pose for a photo that they’ll ruin with some supersaturated Instagram filter. A woman signals for me to roll down the window. “Will you rev the engine?” she asks. I oblige. “Oops, will you do it again? I forgot to press record. Bobby, stop kicking your sister!” I roll up the window, put the car in first gear, and pull away, using very little throttle so as to keep the engine on mute. There’s only so much you’ll do for the phone-wielding hordes.
6. Making out in Lamborghini is (almost) as awesome as it sounds.
The moment a lovely lady friend of mine, who happened to be sitting in the Huracan’s passenger seat, pushed her lips against mine, I achieved a childhood dream I didn’t even know I had: Make out with an attractive girl in a Lamborghini. A flash of light coming through the driver’s side window paused this near-perfect moment. Cops? Nope, just another person taking a picture with an iPhone. Before I could say something or be angry, the guy gave me a thumbs-up, so I just smiled at him and went back to my business.
7. Enjoy the tease, but don’t give in to temptation.
It’s late when I drop off my lady friend and hit the highway home. I pull into the right lane, put the Huracan in seventh gear, and keep speed steady at 75 mph, just over the limit but not enough over to worry about getting a ticket. Cars come, pause, and continue on past me in the lanes to the left; I stay cool, calm, and collected. I know that this 610-hp minx can get me in over my head. I won’t let the caged lion purring on the other side of the carbon-fiber firewall behind me roar, no matter how much I want it to. That is, until a hopped-up Toyota MR2 pulls up alongside me and does a series of fly-bys. I flick the left shift paddle four times before flattening the accelerator.
8. When you inevitably give in to temptation, get a good lawyer.
I want to roll down the window and scream, “Damn you, pesky Toyota MR2 driver!” The truth is, though, he’s a welcome catalyst. I wanted one reason, no matter how weak, to cut the Lamborghini loose. That way if I got pulled over and immediately hauled off to county, I could feel a little better blaming my stupidity on someone else.
9. Your smile is great, but your passenger’s smile is perfect.
I typically stretched the Lamborghini’s legs and went supersonic only on solo drives, but I made exceptions for these six people: my mom, my dad, my brother, my girlfriend, and my two best friends. “I’m surprised at how docile it is in normal driving,” my dad says, “and how a few inches of throttle pedal travel can totally transform that perception.” My mom says, “It gently slammed me back into my seat and let loose the kind of butterflies I’ve experienced only on roller coasters. Despite my best efforts, both giggles and expletives escaped.” My brother speaks in haiku: “Interior snug, but the blurs passing by me made it not matter.” My best friends say it feels like a Lamborghini should feel, while my girlfriend, who has a strange fantasy of eating a bowl of cereal in the driver’s seat of a Countach, says, “The Huracan took all my childhood dreams of being in a Lamborghini and multiplied them by modern technology, the end result being faster and better looking than anything I could have imagined, leaving me with a bit of whiplash and a big ear-to-ear grin.” Their experiences in the Lamborghini Huracan made every bumper-scraping, license-threatening moment totally worthwhile.
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