Even though I have ordered a Gallardo Spyder, I’m the first to admit it’s not quite as good as an F430 round a track. It’s less delicate. Less poised. But as a car, a mad, expensive, preposterous waste of money, the sheer force of its personality knocks the techno-Ferrari into a cocked hat.
This is why I still love the LP640. It’s flawed. It’s silly. It’s got a four-wheel-drive system that doesn’t really work, a sat nav screen that’s been put in place with hammers, and a steering wheel that’s coated in what appears to be a black version of Top Gear dog. Technically, it’s not even as good, I should imagine, as the new Honda Legend. But when it comes to memorable times, do you opt for dinner with a chartered accountant or Lemmy out of Motörhead?
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