What could be most incredible is its prodigious grip. Any sort of body flex is undetectable; the Gallardo Spyder may as well be carved from a solid piece of billet. The absence of roll or flex, the all-wheel drive system’s incredible road-holding ability whether you’re accelerating sideways or braking hard enough to fling tooth fillings at the windscreen–and let’s not mention the slingshot nature of 550-odd Italian stallions stampeding behind your head–make for a fairly singular experience. At no point did I ever feel as though I even brushed up against the car’s limits. But you’d expect that for 200 grand.
I’ve never been a huge fan of the convertible mystique, but on certain days, on certain roads and with certain cars, it all seems to click. And a big selling point for a car like the Gallardo Spyder is that you’re that much closer to the demonic symphony swelling behind your shoulders. To be honest, the Gallardo’s exhaust note really is, come on, just the slightest bit ridiculous. It sounds like something halfway between a free-revving race engine and the fanfare from a hell-spawned brass section. There’s little doubt it screams “Look at me, little people! Look at me!”
Source: European Car Web