Raging Bull: Lamborghini’s Newest Huracán Spyder Model

A McDonnell Douglas F/A-18E Super Hornet attack fighter being catapulted from the deck of the USS George Washington carrier accelerates from zero to 165 mph in roughly two seconds. That’s fast—insanely fast.

But until the day Uncle Sam invites me to helm one of his Super Hornets (base price $65.3 million), the sensational new V-10-engined, 602-horsepowered Lamborghini Huracán LP 610-4 Spyder will remain my benchmark for insane acceleration.


This car is quick—as in standstill to 60 in a mere 3 seconds, standstill to 100 in just more than 6. And this bull won’t quit charging until the speedo readout is flashing 201 mph.

An entire thesaurus of superlatives couldn’t thoroughly describe the sensation of the Huracán’s all-wheel drive distributing its 413 torques to all four corners and launching itself, Super Hornet–style, toward the horizon.

Yes, quicker machinery is out there. The lighter Huracán Coupe is a hair faster. But nothing compares to this convertible’s outrageous velocity. Hitting 120 mph in the Huracán Spyder is akin to riding out a twister in a trailer.

Then there’s the noise. Just driving around town, the quartet of artillery-grade tailpipes has more snap, crackle, and pop than an explosion in a Chinese fireworks factory.


To experience the Huracán’s full aural histrionics, find a long open stretch of asphalt—Cape Canaveral’s 15,000-foot Space Shuttle runway would do nicely, or even a Starbucks drive-through for that matter—and stand on the throttle.

Behind your right ear, the naturally aspirated 10-cylinder engine screams like a demented Steven Tyler as it ricochets off the 8,250-rpm limiter. It’s so musical it should have its own Broadway show.

The Huracán is not beautiful in the same way as a new Aston Martin DB11 or a Ferrari 458 Italia. Nor is it subtle like a McLaren 650S Spider or a Mercedes-AMG GT. No, the Huracán is a crazed cacophony of wacky angles, scalpel-sharp edges, and air-gulping intakes with a windshield that looks like an Aspen ski jump. It’s aesthetically similar, in fact, to a Super Hornet jet.

But nothing will spin heads faster than a Huracán Spyder painted in robin’s egg blue. Park it just about anywhere and it draws a crowd like metal filings to a magnet. Want instant celebrity status? This is your car.


Dropping the top couldn’t be easier. Toggle a switch and the canvas roof unlatches and glides beneath a hard cover in a mere 17 seconds. This is no flimsy, stretchy-Spandex affair: Its triple layers include a sound-absorbing rubber middle that makes the cabin nearly as hushed as the coupe’s.

Even with the top dropped, you won’t have to worry about messing up your hair. Lamborghini’s designers have gone all out to protect you from follicle ruffling, adding pop-out mesh Mickey Mouse “ears” behind the side windows to redirect airflow away from those inside.

The suspension is stiff, but the handling is effective. The Huracán essentially goes where you point it regardless of speed. Only on a racetrack could you test the outer limits of its adhesion. On the road—with its all-wheel drive, 20-inch Pirelli P Zero tires, heavy but precise steering, and ultra-stiff carbon fiber chassis—this thing runs on rails.

This magnificent beast defines what a true exotic supercar should be: brutally fast, insanely loud, and as eye-catching as a flamboyant peacock. It’s a great value, too—at least compared to a Hornet.

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