“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…