My dad always told me that if I shut up and work hard, I’ll be rewarded, and I’ve largely found that to be true. We at Motor Trend work long hours, stay up late to hit deadlines, and spend more time than we’d like on the road away from our loving families. The hard work pays off, though — after all, have you seen our recent long-termer?
Want more on the #MTLambo? Skip to your favorite sections of this exclusive story on how we spent 30 days and nearly 5,000 miles with a Lamborghini Huracan:
- The Lamborghini‘s Coachella camping adventures and a snowboarding trip to Mammoth
- Real MPG-ing the Lamborghini, and supercar surfing
- The Craigslist music video and how the #MTLambo gave back
Yes, as followers of our social media feeds well know from the “#MTLambo” hashtag, we had a brand-new 2015 Lamborghini Huracan LP610-4 in our possession for a full month for a short long-term test. A 30-Day Huracan, if you will. Considering Lamborghini was handing us the keys to a brand-new, $278,345 supercar for a month, the restrictions placed on us were surprisingly light: no performance testing (which we agreed could wait for Best Driver’s Car), and don’t put more than 5,000 miles on the car. Easy.
So what would we do with “our” Huracan? We’d daily drive it and treat it like every other long-termer we get by taking a kid to school in it, going snowboarding, camping, and more. And given it isn’t often we have the keys to a Lamborghini in our clutches for an extended period of time, we’d make sure to cycle it through as many of our staffers as possible. The following is how we spent our 30 days and near 5,000 miles with our Lamborghini Huracan. – Christian Seabaugh
During the first week we had the Lamborghini Huracan at the Motor Trend office, I got the keys for the evening of an MT baseball outing. The crew was gathering for a top-deck viewing of a Los Angeles Dodgers game, complete with Dodger Dogs, nachos, and a cold beverage. What better venue than Dodger Stadium to arrive at in a supercar?
I hopped in the Huracan with a friend, and we set out eager to give the Lambo a good stretch of its legs before sitting in the parking lot that is the 405 freeway. I rounded the first corner and gave it a bit too much throttle, and the rear end got squirrely. Cold tires and 602 hp will do that. A little sawing with the steering wheel and I had it headed straight again, ready to behave. Driving through stop-and-go traffic on the 405 was a bit torturous, although I was a little throttle shy after that first pucker moment. I’m not used to having so much horsepower so immediately available under toe.
After an hour in L.A. traffic, we pulled up to the ticket gate at Dodgers Stadium and got an immediate reaction from our gate attendant. “I’m sure you hear this all the time,” he said to me as he leaned down to hand me my parking pass, “but this is a beautiful car!” I laughed. “Thank you! I’ve had it all of an hour, so you’re the first person to say it.” He didn’t quite believe me, but I had no time to explain. We had a game to get to, and it was fun to pretend I was a supercar owner for the evening. – Julia LaPalme
“My son’s coming into town, and he’d love to meet you.” That’s what my friend Kevin told me a couple of weeks ago. His son, John, 14 years old, is a big fan of Motor Trend, our YouTube channel, me, and cars in particular. I know this because Kevin and I once sent a selfie of the two of us hanging out on the Queen Mary to John, and the young man freaked out via text for the rest of the evening. I told Kevin that we have this Lamborghini Huracan just sitting around the office and we’re supposed to do stuff with it. Maybe I could give his son a ride? “Oh, he’d like that.”
Kevin, John, and John’s 14-year-old friend Tom were waiting for us at an In-N-Out. John and Tom are from Massachusetts and have never eaten In-N-Out before, and this particular franchise sits at the bottom of Little Tujunga Canyon, one of my favorite roads. Kevin fibbed and told the teens he had to meet a business colleague for lunch. The two had no clue what was coming.
I rolled into the parking lot in a burnt orange Bentley Mulsanne Speed. Hey, as Ferris Bueller said, if you have the means … John and Tom leaped out of Kevin’s car because even though they’re part of the generation that’s supposedly indifferent toward cars (total nonsense), they are huge car guys. Then they noticed the loudmouth with the beard driving it.
After shyly shaking my hand, both of them hopped into the Mulsanne and started pushing every button. “Dad, Dad, Dad — you should totally buy this!” John said to Kevin while exposing the three crystal champagne flutes. I told Kevin the Speed’s just shy of $400K as it sits but that the fold-down matching iPads are a $28,000 option that you just don’t need. We shared a laugh, and then like clockwork a glossy gray Lamborghini Huracan with screaming yellow Alcantara innards pulled up in front of the Mulsanne. The passenger window rolled down. “Hi, Julia,” I said to our photography editor, Julia LaPalme. “Hi, Jonny,” she replied back, her smile almost as big as the Huracan’s brakes. “Of course! Of course!” John began exclaiming. Tom had yet to utter a word. The two young men jumped into the Huracan and flipped every switch. I let John fire her up and he sat there, mesmerized, revving the 5.2-liter V-10 over and over again, like he was listening for some sort of secret code. Even though the Huracan’s limiter keeps it under 5,000 rpm while in park, John was enthralled.
“Well, John, you ready to go for a ride?” John’s eyes grew large, and his jaw dropped 2 inches. “Are. You. Serious?” he asked, emphasizing every syllable of every word. We climbed in, and I began explaining the various modes (Stradale, Sport, Corsa) until I heard John ask, “Why is this happening? Like seriously, why is this even happening?” I told him that I really like his dad. Also, if he starts to get car sick, he should let me know. And we were off. There’s nothing like a little roll on acceleration up to 105 mph to shake the cobwebs off. I braked hard because giant carbon-ceramic stoppers always impress passengers but also because it was the first time I’d driven this particular Huracan. Gotta make sure they work! John was absolutely loving it, especially once we started in on the curvy parts. “I only ask one favor in return,” I said to him. “If you see some kid on the Internet saying, ‘The British journalists say the Huracan understeers,’ tell him he’s wrong.” John enthusiastically agreed. I gave him a fast blast up to a large parking lot/burnout area. What happened next was just silly.
There in the parking lot, a couple of my buddies (Ryan and Thad) happened to be hanging cameras off a Dodge Challenger Hellcat covered in Bosch stickers. And there was Mike Musto, my friend, colleague, and host of a show called “Big Muscle” on the Drive Network. John and Tom (who rolled up with Julia and Kevin in the Bentley) were in full freak-out mode, saying something to the effect of, “We really like your show, Jonny, but we watch every ‘Big Muscle’ episode three times!” Kids today …
“OK, Tom, you’re up.” We started tearing down the mountain, back to In-N-Out, and I gave Tom the same spiel I had given John. Neither of them got car sick in the slightest, and they both seemed to love every second of hoonage. After several minutes of my droning babble and the Huracan’s mighty V-10 howl, Tom spoke. “How’d you get this job?” Smart kid. We got back, go through the drive-through, and — even though John doesn’t “like hamburgers” — I got John and Tom their first taste of In-N-Out. How did they like it? They were much more impressed with the Lamborghini. – Jonny Lieberman
“The Faster You Are Going, the Faster You Go Faster”
Major Andrew “Deuce” Fessenden and I went to high school together. Back then he wasn’t known as “Deuce” or a pilot of the Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor, one of the most lethal fighter jets the world has ever seen. Deuce came to visit from Honolulu (where he flies for the 199th Fighter Squadron of the Hawaii Air National Guard) the first Friday we had #MTLambo, and I knew we had to go for a spin.
After a brief familiarization drive with me behind the wheel, Deuce and I swapped seats, put the Huracan in Sport mode, and let him rip through the gears on a quiet section of PCH near the office. It was all very “Top Gun.”
Deuce: “Wow … oh my God. That is insane.”
Lohdown: “Come on. It doesn’t compare to an F-15 Eagle or the new F-22, right?”
Deuce: “It’s so much different. It’s like apples and oranges because A) you’re so much lower to the ground, and B) you’re not in the air. I mean, we go way fast, but …”
Lohdown: “You don’t get the same sense of speed?
Deuce: “No, you get a pretty good sense of speed when you do an afterburner takeoff and you start your climb at the end of the runway. Hickam Field [in Hawaii] has a 12,000-foot runway, so roughly 2 miles, and at the end you’re going close to 500 miles an hour.”
[Once more through the gears]
Deuce: “Wow. I have no idea what speeds we’re hitting or what rpms … it just sounds right. That acceleration is a little bit faster than my ’98 4Runner. Just a little bit. It’s insane. It’s impressive.”
Lohdown: “We’ve done plane versus car stories like “Jet vs. ‘Vette,” and I’ve seen jets take off in movies and on TV. As an outsider, it seems that the initial rollout is relatively slow. Does it squash you back initially, or is that later in takeoff?”
Deuce: “It does squash you back a little bit — especially in the [F-22] Raptor. It’s got 35,000 pounds of thrust per engine, so 70,000 pounds of thrust for that plane, which is typically taking off at 60,000 pounds [of thrust.] It’s a little push, but the faster you are in a jet, the faster you go faster. Your acceleration from 200 to 250 mph takes a lot longer than 350 to 400 mph, for instance.”
Lohdown: “The F-22 is one of the only fighter jets in the world to be able to supercruise [achieve supersonic speed without using afterburners]?”
Deuce: “Yep. In a military power setting, you can maintain above the Mach (speed of sound) easily. That aircraft, that airframe, the way it was built, aerodynamically, it just wants to go high and fast. So you can be at Mach 1.3 [990 mph], no problem, without even using the afterburner.” – Ed Loh
The Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival is a yearly music and arts festival held in the southeastern California desert. It draws a huge crowd, selling 90,000 three-day passes for 2014. Although many concertgoers stay at hotels or rent houses nearby, quite a few choose to car camp onsite. We decided to do that too … in our Huracan.
I initially had no intention of attending the festival this year. Early on in the MT Lambo planning process, I half-jokingly brought up the idea of camping at Coachella. At the last minute, boss man Ed Loh said to do it.
It usually takes weeks to plan a Coachella camping trip, and festivalgoers often line up a spacious vehicle such an old Ford Econoline van or Volkswagen Bus. We had two days, no wristbands, no camping pass, and only enough frunk (front trunk) space for a small rolling suitcase. All of these concerns were overpowered by the thought of the ridiculousness of taking a Lamborghini to camp at Coachella. I had to make it happen. My girlfriend and I scrambled and found wristbands and a car camping pass within hours and squared away all the logistics Thursday night, the day before we were set to leave.
Friday afternoon rolled around, and we got ready to head out. The frunk barely closed after we filled it to the brim with supplies and gear, our legs cramped from scooting the seats forward to fit more stuff behind them. We headed out just in time to hit Friday traffic. I didn’t mind it that much that particular Friday, as I was savoring every second driving the Huracan. Even with the understated Grigio Lynx paint, I noticed countless commuters slowing down and speeding up to drool over and snap photos of the car. It made me wonder how many accidents are caused by Lamborghini lookie-loos — made me feel so cool, too.
Not until we pulled into the mandatory car-camping inspection did it hit me that we were actually about to camp for three days in a Lamborghini. The normally incredibly strict car-camping inspectors dropped everything (including inspecting other cars) and stampeded toward me. They were in disbelief.
I guess working in the biz for an eternity (all of six months) has me jaded, and I sometimes forget how lucky I am to be with Motor Trend. That was not one of those days. One guy yelled “I f***ing love my job!” Just to be around some else’s Lamborghini? It really put things in perspective. I also learned that you can probably get away with murder with a Lamborghini. An inspector asked me if I had any glassware, drugs, weapons, or anything like that in the car, and before I could say no, he went, “Ah whatever, you brought a Lambo! Come on in!”
We got there relatively late for campers and ended up at the edge of the campsite away from foot traffic. Despite that, the MT Lambo still got a steady stream of attention. While sitting by my tent, I would randomly hear, “Whoa, is that a Lambo?” or see someone quietly take a photo and walk away. Someone even asked me, “So how did you make your first million?” I explained how I ended up with a car like that. Eventually, though, I grew tired of explaining and simply acknowledged it was mine.
As expected, the rest of the festival was fun. The car made it out unscathed, minus a few suspicious handprints on the hood (import model posing?). It was definitely a memorable weekend, and I learned some important things: My job rocks; I love Lamborghinis; making someone’s day makes me happy; with the right gear and mindset, Lambo will camp; and you meet the nicest people in a Lamborghini. – Robin Trajano
Lamborghini. The name conjures up an image of the Countach poster hanging on my wall as a kid. Having a chance to take home our Huracan for the night was an opportunity I simply could not pass up.
My young son is a burgeoning car guy … err … kid and has more than a few amazing supercars in his Hot Wheels collection. How awesome to plant the “I love cars” seed even more by taking him to school in a Huracan? The moment I pulled it into the driveway, he ran out of the house and climbed on in, grabbed the steering wheel, and vroom! VROOOM! We were off. Time to get a frame for his Lambo poster. – Andy Mock
After one night in the Huracan, I’m convinced. Not that it’s the perfect everyday exotic but that we’re incredibly lucky to have the automotive choices we do today. The Huracan succeeds in matching the Nissan GT-R’s sub-3-second, laughter-inducing 0-60 mph time but with a 10-cylinder soundtrack that the turbocharged six-cylinder in the Nissan doesn’t come close to. In a completely unscientific study of five or six friends and family members, the Huracan’s interior received mixed reviews. I love the idea that the Lamborghini’s fully digital instrument cluster precludes the need for a giant central screen (as in the 2016 Audi TT), but my sister and brother-in-law pointed to different interior elements and wondered why in a nearly $280,000 car they weren’t made of a more unobtanium-type materials — the center console just behind the Reverse/Park/Manual buttons and the honeycomb-style plastic trim piece at the bottom of the passenger-side dash. Personally, I think the interior has some sweet details, and I wouldn’t ever get tired of lifting that gimmicky red start-button shield to awaken that engine. Of all the options on our #MTLambo, I found the front-suspension lift feature a bargain at $6,900. I’ve driven much less expensive cars up my standard driveway and heard that cringeworthy scraping noise, but the Lamborghini had no such trouble.
Because of the Huracan’s limited visibility (a worthy compromise for looking so cool), this is not a car I would drive every day, even if you discount the fact that my 6-foot-4-inch frame doesn’t fit. Most owners will be more than willing to live with any concerns about practicality because they’ve fallen in love with the cachet of the Lamborghini brand, the visually dramatic Huracan styling, or both. As I rounded a long curve of Sepulveda Boulevard and saw a white Audi R8 Spyder going the opposite direction, I chuckled as I realized I was behind the wheel of one of the very few cars that can visually upstage an R8 Spyder. – Zach Gale
The signs were there. My gut told me that my husband and I should definitely not take the Huracan on a snowboarding trip up to Mammoth.
First red flag: The Thule setup we had planned to use to transport our boards and gear wasn’t going to be ready until after our trip. Luckily, SeaSucker came to the rescue and sent us a snowboard rack with vacuum cups, but we still weren’t in the clear. SeaSucker advised applying the vacuum cups to a smooth surface, but all the Huracan’s deep creases and angles don’t amount to a smooth roof. As a joke, Ed suggested mounting the racks on the Huracan’s glass engine cover. After realizing that wasn’t such a bad idea after all, we were then faced with another obstacle: SeaSucker recommended driving below 70 mph. Hmm. Give someone 602 hp and see how long they keep it below 70 mph. In my head, I pictured a deadly scene out of “Final Destination,” the racks and boards flying off and shattering a big rig’s windshield, causing it to roll over, hit 100 other cars, and explode into a big fiery ball visible for miles.
As if I wasn’t already stressing enough over the situation, a late winter storm was predicted to roll in and cover Mammoth in about a foot of fresh snow just hours before our anticipated arrival. Because I thought we’d be snowboarding around patches of dirt as a result of California’s disappointing winter, I didn’t even think of replacing the Lambo’s summer rubber with snow tires until it was way too late. Even with all-wheel drive, I imagined myself spinning out, plowing into a snow bank, and sliding off a steep and rocky cliff. With the way things were lining up, this trip could either be really bad or really fantastic. I had some choices to make. Did I still want to drive an ill-equipped Huracan with a sketchy snowboard rack setup to the mountains, all while keeping it below 70 mph on Highway 395? No … Yes!
Without the Thule box to throw all our stuff in, we packed light. On the highway, I constantly looked up through the glass engine cover to make sure the racks were still there, and I gradually increased my speed as I grew more confident. Keeping an eye on the Doppler radar revealed we were in a race against the storm. Our goal was to arrive before the thick of it, and the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. We exited the highway at about 1:30 a.m., right when flurries started to fall from the sky. It really started coming down as we pulled up to the hotel and put the Huracan to rest for the night in a covered parking spot.
After a few hours of sleep, we woke to find the Huracan’s nose covered with a blanket of fresh snow. Thankfully, the snow on the ground was on the slushier side, but I still kept my pace at about 40 mph because I sensed any sudden movement would send the Huracan into full slippage mode. It kind of felt like walking on ice in high heels. Or for you guys, smooth-bottomed dress shoes. The only time the Huracan got squirrely was around a wide bend on Minaret Road, where I caused its back end to slip out when I gave it a bit more gas than I should’ve. No harm done, as the road was clear and we were feet from our destination. We pulled into a parking spot next to a group of snowboarders who were admiring the Huracan, though they pointed and laughed at the summer tires. After a day of riding epic conditions that attracted even Olympian Shaun White, we proceeded to turn heads all over Mammoth in the Huracan. It became the talk of the town — we overheard people talking about it the next day in the resort.
It’s not every day that a hurricane and winter storm collide so gracefully. – Karla Sanchez
After the Huracan got back from its snowboard trip, I needed to bring it to work on empty so our Emissions Analytics team could get Real MPG numbers. Not low-fuel-light empty, mind you, but hope-I-don’t–have-to-flatbed-a-$280,000-supercar empty. What better way to empty the tank than to go visit family and friends? And then take them for rides. Long rides ¬¬– gotta bring it back empty, after all.
My quest to run out the Lambo’s 23.8-gallon fuel tank started as most L.A. drives do: in traffic. My 20-mile drive to Downey from our offices in El Segundo became a 45-minute affair. Despite the stop-and-go traffic, the Huracan rode smoothly, and visibility was better than I expected. After my quick stop at home, I headed toward my aunt’s house in Placentia, about 25 miles down the road. Time for Sport mode.
With the promise to bring the Lambo back on fumes in mind, as soon as I got to my aunt’s I started to give some rides. First, I stopped to pick up my cousin’s best friend, Tiffany, to give her a ride up a couple of highway onramps. Next, I gave Tiffany’s brother, Jesse, a ride, and then Russ, who lives across the street from my aunt.
With more fuel to burn, I set sights for my cousin’s place another 20 miles east in Chino. I arrived as darkness set, just in time to let my cousin’s 18-month-old daughter get some “seat time” for a photo op. My cousin then sent me and her husband to Wal-Mart in for errands. Needless to say, the Huracan got lots of looks and strange comments from the people of Wal-Mart. Next I headed to Corona to show my cousin Wade. After giving him a ride, I finally got home to Downey just before midnight.
When I left work earlier that day, the Huracan had a full tank and a 306-mile range. By the time I pulled into my driveway, the low fuel light was on and I had about 80 miles of range left. I decided the next morning to risk it and drive to work in Sport mode without adding any fuel. About a half mile from work, my range dropped from 24 miles to zero and the fuel gauge was nearly on the last line. I had made it. My actual mileage was probably around 170 miles. Killing off a full tank in half the estimated range. Not bad. – Jason Udy
One tenet of our MT Garage test program is the Real MPG testing of long-term cars. Our Lamborghini Huracan would be no different. After a couple test-fit sessions the prior week and associate online editor Jason Udy’s full-to-fumes run the night before, Emissions Analytics’ test guru Sam Boyle got his hands on our Lambo.
Although the MT Lambo would represent the first supercar we’ve ever attempted to get Real MPG fuel economy numbers from, Sam said it didn’t present any more problems than something more pedestrian, such as a Honda CR-V. The customized bike rack the Emissions Analytics team uses for all of its tests mounted right on the rear of the Huracan, and all the exhaust ducting fit like a glove.
The sole hitch was the Lambo’s relatively tiny cabin. Normally Real MPG testing requires 200 pounds of equipment, including a power supply and computer, to ride in the cabin with the driver, plus an additional 180 pounds of sandbags, which represents a second passenger. In the Huracan, all that gear plus the sandbag ballast just wouldn’t fit, and even if it did, it wouldn’t be representative of an actual load the Huracan would drive around with. Instead, the Emissions team opted to have the equipment represent the actual weight of a passenger, which would give them a more accurate result from testing.
About three hours and 88 miles later, we had some pretty impressive fuel economy numbers. EPA-rated at 14/20/16 mpg city/highway/combined, the Huracan achieved 16.2/20.0/17.7 Real MPG, which is a 16 percent improvement on the city cycle and 11 on combined. Not too shabby for a 602-hp raging bull capable of hitting 60 in less than three seconds, its mid-mounted, 5.2-liter V-10 just begging to be unleashed. – Christian Seabaugh
One. Seven. Eleven. Thirty. At some point I lost count of the turned heads, the cameras and the pointing strangers, dumbfounded at what they were seeing. “I have never … I would never … It has a roof rack!” The range of reactions went from excitement to horror as we drove the Huracan through the parking lot at the local grocery store. I have a feeling the folks around Big Bear, California, don’t see a Lamborghini very often, least of all with a roof basket full of firewood on top.
Big Bear Lake sits high in the San Bernardino Mountains more than 100 miles from the Motor Trend office. A popular weekend getaway, the lake is nearly 7,000 feet above sea level and surrounded by forests, mountains, a quaint town, and lots of campgrounds. An open campsite can be hard to find when the weather is nice, and this weekend was no different. We snagged one of the last remaining sites at Pineknot Campground, which is adjacent to Snow Summit Mountain Resort ski area.
Custom mounting hardware, AeroBlade crossbars, and the Canyon 859 roof basket from Thule provided a solution to the problems created by the Huracan’s frunk. We ended up with ample space for everything my wife and I needed for car camping. We fit food and a small cooler, which had space enough for the essentials (a few beers and half and half), in the Lambo’s frunk. The rest of our gear went on the roof: tent, camp chairs, backpack, and sleeping bags. We probably could have actually fit more; everything was accounted for, and we didn’t even need to pack the area behind the seats.
Driving the Huracan on any normal day, you’re bound to get your fair share of gawkers, but with the roof basket full of bright camping gear, it was something else. Fingers pointing, cellphones flashing, there were few minutes during our 2.5-hour journey up the mountain that someone wasn’t giving us the thumbs up or reaching their phone out the window for Instagram gold.
Like any good road, the route to Big Bear bends and twists up the mountain. Normally, the Huracan would demolish a road like this, leaving me with a perma-grin, but I chose to drive at a more leisurely pace with a heavy basket perched on top. As it tends to do, Apple maps took us the worst possible way to the entrance of Pineknot campground. This meant the final mile or so was spent fighting my inner rally driver on a mixture of broken pavement and gravel, not exactly what Lamborghini engineers had in mind when they built the car, but it handled it fine.
The one camping item we didn’t bring from Los Angeles was firewood. You should always buy your firewood local to where you plan on burning it, and this gave us the opportunity to load the roof basket with as many bundles as would fit. If I thought we got a lot of attention with camping gear up top, it was nothing compared to what we garnered with six bundles of wood.
The attention didn’t stop once we arrived at the campground. The slurred excitement from our drunken, good-hearted campsite neighbors was fun to watch. The mind-blowing enthusiasm by the dozen or so kids from Boy Scout Troop 622 out of Irvine, California, was a highlight of the trip. The kids swarmed the car in a frenzy of button pushing, steering wheel turning, imaginary gear shifting, and, of course, selfie taking. I’m pretty sure if I had left the keys in it, we would have never seen it again.
With the light falling, we set up camp, built a fire, and watched as camper after camper slowed or stopped to look at the Italian bull with its load of lumber. What followed was a long, cold, sleepless, and extremely loud night, but everything was made better peering out of the tent the next morning and seeing the Lamborghini parked up the hill. We had the worst night of camping I have ever had, but at least I still had the keys to a Huracan. – William Walker
Although I’ve surfed about every other day in the past couple of years, I have little experience with surfboard racks. I typically stuff boards into cars, not onto them; not only is it faster, but most press cars aren’t equipped with roof racks. The guys at SeaSucker were nice enough to send a surf version of the suction cup rack we used for snowboarding, but I wanted to see what Thule had to offer; after all, they went to the trouble of prototyping a kit for us.
This explains how I got the board mounted half-wrong in the picture. I have subsequently learned from a longtime surf veteran that the board should go fin forward but wax side down so the sun doesn’t melt the wax. Fin forward is insurance: Should the board wiggle free and go sliding backward, the fin should catch, preventing disaster on the roadway.
Incorrectly racking my longboard on a Lamborghini at a South Bay break was more than enough evidence to land me “Kook of the Day” honors from a popular surfing parody Instagram account. I accept the award with deep humility but must mention that I asked my Hawaiian surf buddy Jonathan, who met me for this photo shoot, whether it mattered wax up or fin down, and he said, in true island fashion, “Nah brah. You made it, didn’t you?” – Ed Loh
Lamborghini withdrawals are harsh. For me, it happened while I was driving our long-term Honda Fit the day after I chaperoned the Huracan. I attempted to activate the turn signals by pushing the toggle switch on the left side of the steering wheel. That’s how it’s done in the Huracan. On the Fit, it simply adjusts the volume — I’ve never wanted to simultaneously laugh and cry so hard in my life.
I drove #MTLambo during a rare and much needed SoCal rain storm. Driving a supercar on wet and slippery roads isn’t so bad when it has all-wheel drive like the Huracan. Everyday supercar? Definitely. – Erick Ayapana
I really wanted to get our Lamborghini in a low-budget music video, both as a stunt and to give some up-and-coming artist a boost, and my contact with a reputable director fell through. Naturally, I had a backup plan. But it involved Craigslist.
I had my doubts whether anyone would take it seriously enough to call, but I put up a post advertising free use of the Huracan in a music video anyway. I got a handful of responses and picked the applicant who sent not only a headshot and a link to his song (which, while mildly controversial, was far and away the song least likely to make heads explode at Lamborghini) but who also had already scheduled a shoot and was ready to move.
It was my wife who pointed out I’d agreed take a $278,000 car to a park to meet a stranger who’d replied to a Craigslist ad and with whom I’d only spoke to via email and one brief phone call. She implored me not to get carjacked, and I assured her he sounded like a perfectly nice guy on the phone.
So it came to be that I was sitting on the side of a residential street in an extremely conspicuous Lamborghini while Seabaugh went ahead in an A3 to scout and report back on the situation at the park. He found two guys with a camera, a clipboard, and a laptop. My faith in humanity reaffirmed and my karma and/or luck fully tapped, I snapped the Huracan into gear and cruised over to the meeting point.
Which also turned out to be the set. Judging by the tree trimming going on, I’m willing to bet we didn’t have a permit, but I’m claiming plausibly deniability. Ryan Glover, aka Kaisor Sosa, an aspiring actor and rapper, was as friendly and approachable as I could’ve hoped. He and his friend/director/cameraman were so eager to get to work they didn’t even move the car from where I’d parked it across three spaces in the empty lot. I had to suggest we turn the front wheels to a better angle. The pair knocked out several takes from several angles and were finished with the car in just 30 minutes despite originally asking for up to four hours. The breakneck pace was fortuitous, as the director/cameraman had to leave to make another appointment across town. Mr. Glover/Sosa, meanwhile, got a ride to the bus stop to remember, plus a Lamborghini in his music video. – Scott Evans
As I peer over the long, creased hood of Mercedes‘ flagship coupe, a dark gray form looms into view. Its engine echoing off the Malibu canyon walls, sounding like a cross between a superbike and demonic trumpet, the low-slung Lamborghini Huracán slows to a stop and joins our group on the shoulder of Mulholland Highway. Motor Trend’s newest photographer, Robin Trajano steps out, his face beaming. “That thing is insane!” What’s it doing here? We’re mounting 16 thousand dollars’ worth of camera to its razor-sharp nose in order to film a Mercedes-AMG S65 Coupe at speed. The V-12 twin turbo beast from Affalterbach is being shot for an episode of “Ignition” and the little Lambo was offered up to serve as our camera car.
Camera mounted, the lens fixed on the curvaceous rear of the Mercedes, our 22-cylinder, 1,223-hp convoy rolls out onto the road. My instructions from cameraman Corey Ulrich: “Get as close as possible. Anything beyond 8 feet won’t work.” No pressure then.
The S65 emits a deep, guttural blast from its quad tailpipes and lunges down the road. Flipping the bright red ANIMA switch from Strada to Corsa, I click off a downshift and give chase in the Huracán. The hyper-responsive Lambo reels in the big emerald coupe with ease, staying within mere feet of its carbon-fiber diffuser. The scenery warps around the camera as the two super coupes thread through the twisting road in unison, a cacophony of V-10 and V-12 noises trailing in their wake. To answer the question precisely no one has asked, yes, the Huracán works equally well as a camera car as it does a poster boy, and we have the footage to prove it. – Anthony Esposito
In our field of work, it’s easy to forget just how special something like a Lamborghini is. We’re lucky to have the opportunity to spend personal time with cars such as the Lambo, and sometimes it’s nice to spread the love to those who are less fortunate.
The bug to use our loaner to do something nice for others bit during my first weekend with the Huracan, which I spent breaking it in. After an afternoon spent giving rides to friends and neighbors, including my homeless neighbor who lives in his minivan around the block, I was inspired. I hadn’t seen him smile so much in months. If 602 Italian horses could make one down-on-his-luck man that happy, then I wanted to spread the love around to even more people.
I knew I wanted to spread the Lambo love among those fighting cancer. After some back and forth with researchers at the UCLA Jonsson Comprehensive Cancer Center, I eventually connected with Laila Ramji, who is part of UCLA’s Chase Child Life Program. She and the UCLA team were thrilled about the opportunity for their patients.
With plans for the UCLA patients to come hang out with the Lambo at our HQ confirmed, we started thinking about what we could do to make the day even more memorable. These patients weren’t only young, ranging in age from 9 to 31, but they were also all massive car enthusiasts. What could be better for a car enthusiast than one Lamborghini? If you answered “more Lamborghinis,” then you and I have lots in common.
We knew just whom to call: Debbie Foreman, aka Batgirl. Debbie is an incredibly gracious woman who donates her time and her Batman-liveried Lamborghini Aventador to local charity events on behalf of children fighting cancer. Debbie happily agreed to help us out, though there was a hitch — her Aventador, nicknamed the “Batventador” — was out of commission. She was instead driving a Ferrari 458 Spider, which of course also had a batman logo on it. No problem for us, but Miss Foreman, a Lambo fan through and through, wanted to make sure her favorite brand was well-represented. She made some calls and promised to arrive with some more drool-worthy metal.
Boy did she deliver. On the Friday afternoon of our little Lambo ride, not only did she arrive in her 458 Spider, but she also brought along her good friend Chris, who owns a gorgeous matte-purple Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder Performante. She also called Beverly Hills Lamborghini, who agreed to loan us a brand-new (and camo-wrapped!) Lamborghini Aventador for the afternoon. Soon after the 458, Gallardo, and Aventador arrived, Matt rolled in with his father and a buddy in tow.
Matt, who at 21 had already beat leukemia, is a massive motorhead. He daily drives (and drag races) his supercharged Ford F-150 in the Central Valley and is also the proud owner of a 350-powered 1967 Chevrolet El Camino that the Make-A-Wish Foundation customized for him. The rest trickled in — Christine, Ryan, Cameron, and Jacob. Nine-year-old Jacob was diagnosed just a month prior with a bone cancer called Ewing’s sarcoma. Despite his diagnosis, he was endlessly cheery and one of the biggest Lamborghini enthusiasts I’ve ever met. His eyes lit up the second he arrived at our photo studio and saw the supercars in front of him. Although he was initially drawn to the Batgirl Ferrari, it wasn’t long before he noticed Chris’ Gallardo Performante and the big, bad Aventador and remembered where his allegiances truly lie.
After everyone satisfied their curiosity, poking around the Aventador, it was time for rides. One by one, our attendees lined up for their turns in our Huracan, Debbie’s Ferrari, Chris’ Performante, and our long-term Chevy Camaro Z/28 and Corvette Stingray. Our driving loop featured a couple tight kinks and plenty of straightaways that’d let the Huracan’s V-10 roar. The most fun part for me was not piloting the Lambo up and down our local streets (praying I didn’t get a ticket) but rather the reactions of each passenger. Matt quietly took in the glorious exhaust note and the sense of speed. Cameron did what teenage girls do best: unsuccessfully attempt to hide a smile. Jacob excitedly yelled and ordered me to “go fast and pass all the slow cars!” I willingly obliged.
Although each passenger’s reactions to blasts up and down the street were different, all grinned ear to ear as they got out of the Lambo. That was exactly the reaction I hoped for. – Christian Seabaugh
I had the Huracan for a glorious 38 hours near the end of its tenure with us. My first stop: a haircut in Marina Del Rey within sight of Venice Beach. The shop-owned off-street-and-covered parking was taken, so I parked on the street in front of the salon.
I should have charged them for advertising. By the time I paid my pretty penny and emerged, a crowd had gathered around the car. People were negotiating terms of photos: One smiling couple would take its turn and then cede space to the next. Aware of the commotion, one of the stylish stylists — who wouldn’t look out of place (this is L.A., so naturally) in or next to this modern industrial work of art — came outside.
“Bet it’s even more fun to be in it, going somewhere,” she said. Was that a statement? A request? Dunno. I’m clueless about such things.
But she was right. Using my time with the Lambo to help celebrate my wedding anniversary, there was a fabulous sense of shared adventure and purpose as my wife and I sped proceeded from Culver City to L.A.’s Beverly Grove district and the chic Red O restaurant. As we pulled up, a valet leaped toward the car from behind the key stand, taking the lead over a slower colleague. She had it parked before we opened the door to the restaurant. She moved it all of about 10 feet, positioning it proudly in front of the place. That never happens with our long-term Nissan Versa Note, for sure.
After dinner, I found some relatively open road and sent Mrs. Clonts into giggle-shrieks during acceleration runs and the times I threw the car in Sport mode and downshifted for the full audio effect.
The official reason I had the Huracan was to have an impromptu meet-and-greet at the Culver City Car Show, which features mostly classics but draws folks who love all things wheeled. We couldn’t register the car, so I figured I’d just head on down, park near the action, and watch the crowd develop as it had in front of the salon.
I tried a few spots, but the Lambo was obscured in one (and one does NOT obscure the MT Lambo) and a cop moved me along at another because he didn’t want people to stop on the sidewalk.
So I slowly trolled around a bit and was pleasantly surprised when an enthusiastic dad shouted, “Hey! MT Lambo!” and waved me down. He and his son (I’m guessing he was younger than 5) had a few questions, took a few photos, and went on their way (smiling, of course).
Speaking of smiling, I quickly found that it’s the No. 1 key to “Not Being Seen as a D-Bag” by fellow motorists. If you smile at them, wave thanks to their “thumbs up” signs, and politely answer their questions, it does wonders for people’s reactions to the glorious-looking supercar. So a smile and a Lamborghini: A simple formula for making the world a little bit happier place. – Chris Clonts
My husband and I decided a magical Sunday night in Hollywood was in order. Hubby Periscoped the ride up the 405 as we detoured to my sister’s house to give her a Mother’s Day supercar ride. “I’ve got 50 viewers and a lot of hearts!” he exclaimed. Unfortunately 405 traffic was the usual stop-and-go, so his Periscopers didn’t get to see anything even close to the speed limit. My sister enjoyed her lap around the block, and my 5-year-old niece loved the Lambo’s looks. “It looks like a rocket ship! Those yellow seats are super-fun!”
We changed into fancy clothes for dinner and entertainment at Hollywood’s world-famous Magic Castle. A group of co-workers was already at the Castle when we arrived and said a rumble of excitement went through the crowd, thinking surely someone famous was inside, as the Lambo pulled up to the valet stand. Nope, just us — though we did see Ronnie Wood of the Stones in the dining room. The Lambo was given a prime parking spot right out front, and as we drove home afterward, I lamented that like all the card tricks we’d witnessed, it would magically disappear the next day. Unfortunately my commute the next morning to MT HQ — normally 20 minutes at 75 mph — ended up being 45 minutes at 15 mph in heavy traffic. A case of the Mondays, indeed. —Emiliana Sandoval
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