About ten months ago, Lamborghini engineers began, “Coming to me with strange questions. How did the Miura drive? What was the Countach like? They were very casual. They just wanted my opinion. But they wouldn’t say why.” Then they began asking him what he truly valued in a Lamborghini, what he really wanted to see. Rear-wheel drive, of course. But there was something more. “They wanted to give the customers a taste of the old school Lamborghini flavor.” And that sort of knowledge could only be provided by the “Ambassador of Lamborghini.”
Cars like the Countach and the Miura, they don’t make sense today. You can’t care about the planet and have a Miura.
“There is a link,” he begins. “An emotional link” between the raging bulls of yore and the brand-new LP550-2. “The character and temperament of Ferruccio Lamborghini is kept on.” As he’s telling me this, a tiny spot in traffic opens up and for the first time he’s able to punch the throttle. That noise. That wonderful, snarling noise. I wish there was someway with words alone to express to you how lovely, violent and symphonic the LP550-2 VB’s 5.2-liter V10 sounds, but I’m afraid written language fails me.