“IT’S A CAR THAT GETS BETTER THE FASTER YOU GO”
The shift action is beautiful, Ferrari-like even, and the clutch is light and progressive. At low speeds it’s even almost comfortable.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s firm – but not bone-jarring. Like a Porsche.
It’s not a big car, nowhere near as long as the V12 flagships from Sant’Agata. But in-cabin visibility isn’t the car’s strong suit, and belies its moderate external dimensions.
It’s a car that gets better the faster you go. Plant your foot and the Bull charges.
The exhaust note growls behind your head just after 2000rpm, and explodes again at four – all ten cylinders gasping for air and singing their best tune all the way to an 8200rpm redline.
Steering is nicely weighted and the all-wheel drive has a playful rear-bias to it. You can get it to wiggle its hips just enough to tantalise you, but can depend on Audi’s Quattro know-how to pull you straight.
The Gallardo might have been more versatile and useable than any Lamborghini before it, but you won’t get close to out-muscling this car. It will kick and thrill you until its end.
Kind of like those Bulls Hemingway was talking about…
TOP Yellow and black epitomise the Gallardo’s essence.
ABOVE RIGHT In case you tire of the V10 soundtrack.
ABOVE This raging bull will give you more than wings.