In addition to the editor in the world’s coolest Bentley, DRIVEN’s assault on the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance and related happenings included the indefatigable Duncan Quinn, who arrived in style as always astride a Ducati Panigale R. Read on for the final report on his high-octane adventures…
When I was a kid, I used to collect a very glossy American car magazine.
Adventures in Lambo Land during the Pebble Beach Concours
Their free posters emblazoned my walls. From Vector W8′s through Stroesek and Ruf Porsches.
And then there were the Lambos. The Countach. And its predecessor the Miura (below).
For young gearheads the world over, Ferruccio Lamborghini was the god of craziness.
He made the only true supercars.
Ferraris were fine. Beautiful. Predictable. Fast.
Lamborghinis had a deranged otherworldly edge
But they didn’t have that deranged otherworldly edge to them that made them look as if they would take flight, The Last Starfighter–style, and head off into a galaxy far, far away.
They also didn’t hold the promise of plentiful bounty within in the form of Jill Rivers and Marcie Thatcher, aka the curvy Countach drivers in The Cannonball Run (below).
But the 1970s passed.
Lamborghini moved on, and so did Ferruccio, who became a gentleman farmer.
Things became a little more conformist. And it took a few decades for things to come back around.
For Lamborghini to yet again be the pinnacle of any kid’s car poster collection.
It took a few decades for Lamborghini to reach the top again
And in the running for the crown in the real world as well.
As I sat at the VIP-only Lamborghini villa in the Monterey hills, the gentleman who had kindly offered to grab me a coffee relayed the following dilemma:
Should he and his son buy a Ferrari 458 Italia or a Lamborghini Aventador.
Not having driven either at that point left me incapable of offering sage advice. But that was soon to change.
The last Lambo I had driven was an LP560-4 Gallardo.
The baby of the Lamborghini stable, but a fully paid-up supercar nonetheless.
Like a baby lamb sitting next to a fire-breathing dragon
Until you park it next to its big brother, that is.
At which point it looks like a baby lamb sitting next to a fire-breathing dragon. Or perhaps a snorting and raging bull.
At the end of the day, these are irrational things, fulfilling irrational dreams, so statistics are of little import.
Cars of this caliber are more like fine wines or incredible meals.
Or even the girl who got away.
Every drive is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Even if you are lucky enough to do that every day—like Lambo CEO Stephan Winkelmann (with DQ above).
The Aventador is something your whole being yearns for
It is difficult to express the pleasure you feel having one of these things in your life.
Even for a brief period of time.
And enjoying it to the extent your senses can absorb the delights on offer.
But you just know on a very basic level that it is something your whole being yearns for when it cannot have it.
It leaves memories that provoke a burning desire for you to recreate them.
So you go on seeking the pleasures it can supply.
Your eyes swimming in the aerodynamic beauty of a motoring missile.
Your ears sucking in the rumble of the exhaust.
Swimming in the aerodynamic beauty of a motoring missile
Your mouth and nose tasting the fumes of efficiently burned high-octane fuel.
And most of all, your nervous system reacting to fierce g-forces of incredible acceleration.
Even though you are the one controlling your right foot.
So did I like it? I f$#@’ing loved it.
And of course, my heart yearns for more…
Lamborghini Aventador: ***** A Snorting, Raging Bull
Monterey: ***** Beauty on Sea
- Posted September 19, 2013
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