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Re: Lamborghini Murciélago LP640
"****ing hell!!" was the noise i made as i heard one of these start up. I was standing right behind it and had the full effect shoot up my legs, rattle my spine, before nearly blowing my ear drums into the hedges lining either side of the staff car park. I had always maintained that these cars were ridiculous and only for the..err...less endowed amongst us. It was too wide, too loud, too impractable, and too German to be taken seriously. It was, in my mind, too reminiscent of the Diablo (which we all know is a terrible car), that i gave a hearty chuckle when i was told my boss was borrowing one for the weekend.
"It's here!!" they shouted as it rumbled into the car park. "C'mon, lets take a look!!"
I resisted, eager to continue my work rather than go outside into the summer sun and look at, what was in my mind, a piece of Audi hokum with a fake badge stuck on the front. And if it really was a thoroughbred Italian powerhouse was it really any better than that monstrosity from the 80's anyway? So i sat there while the entire rest of the workforce went and took blurry pics of it on their phones.
I bet it was yellow, too. They were always yellow. Of all the colours available, why yellow?
Well, eventually i went outside. Phil, my boss, was slavering over it with the rest of them. It nearly filled the car park on it's own. Just as i had thought. Ridiculous. Didn't look bad from the rear though. Even though it was indeed in that unimaginative yellow. It's stance, looking at it from the rear, was impressive and truly intimidating. The rear wheels were at least four times as thick as the one's on my Citroen and i could smell the metal as it ticked and cooled. The engine was peeking ever-so-slightly out through it's cover allowing you to know that it was there without giving anything away. And i couldn't believe how low it was. I remember thinking how truly bull-like it was. It seemed to lean forward, head lowered, tyres gripping ready for the off. All it needed was a set of horns.
"I'll start it up." he says, his face full of childish excitement. I suppose i should have moved from my standpoint to somewhere around the side. But i didn't. I was probably only a couple of inches away from the exhaust, leaning forward to read the neat joined-up writing that lay on the engine to see if it really did say Lamborghini and whether it was just a sticker or not. It did. And it wasn't. And the resulting blast as he blipped the throttle as it fired up was enough send me reeling. My exclamation was enough to warrant quite a bit of stick from my colleagues for the rest of the day.
A cool car. But it cant be seriously cool if it took a German to get it right.
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