Friday, March 4, 2011

Lamborghini Gallardo SE Pics

Testing a Gallardo SE in Miami is like sipping Chateau Lafite Rothschild in a public urinal. The little Lambo was born to annihilate the twisting mountain roads surrounding Italy's supercar valley, or flirt with V3 on a derestricted German autobahn.
Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE
Lamborghini Gallardo SE

Lamborghini Gallardo SE



Miami's geometric streets and traffic-choked highways offer the Gallardo driver nothing more than a sinuous onramp and an occasional half-mile sprint– which is plenty damn exciting but about as satisfying as red wine slammers. So, whilst fending-off a frantic flackmeister preoccupied with the definition of the words "driving impression," I guided the baby bull towards the nearest race track.
As I quick-quick-slowed through the cars clogging I-95 North, I was taken aback by the lack of stare and attention given the Gallardo. With its strange combination of diminutive footprint, cab forward stance, drop snout, near horizontal windshield and unrelenting angularity, the Gallardo lacks what native S-Class owners call "uberholprestige": that indefinable yet unmistakable car-isma that convinces fellow road users to move the Hell over. Either that or Floridians are fed-up with the automotive tastes of Bolivian drug lords. In any case, we now know what happens when a Belgian designs a supercar for a legendary Italian nameplate under the wary eye of a German conglomerate; and it ain't what I'd call pretty.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

i have one, its just a waste of money

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