Why I love my Huracan Part II
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Despite the danger of this becoming like the tedious round robin letter in the Christmas card from your pretentious distant friends, I thought I would risk giving an update on my Huracan ownership experience this year...
Let's start with 'out with the old and in with the new'. This rather lovely Spyder was up for sale at a private dealership for 6 months before I bought it. A little research had shown poor after sales performance and I was reluctant to get involved. The price kept dropping and dropping until I was actually salivating at the prospect of ownership. I finally had the bright idea of contacting Andy Canning at Lambo Edinburgh. I told him what I was willing to pay including trading in my coupe and could he buy it in and do a deal? Hats off to him, he brought the deal in several thousand below my expectations and I was the proud owner of a pukka used Lambo:
It was such a good deal even my dog approved, you can see him grinning in this pic.
The year has followed a predictable pattern of several charity events to share the experience of a V10 Lambo at full chat when road, or track, conditions allow. Buttercup, as she is known and please don't ask, proved to be very, very popular with the disadvantaged/poorly kids in particular:
It has been such a wonderful summer my decision to buy a Spyder has seemed to be twice blessed, I have been able to use it on so many occasions. She had a run up to Aberdeen, where I continued to work, and I was able to take out several of my petrolhead friends and their kids, including a fantastic journey up the Lecht to Tomintoul, thanks to advice from fellow PHer Justin! The sound of that V10 bouncing off the stone walls, trees and buildings is truly addictive and of course with the roof down even more accessible.
A visit to Goodwood was kindly arranged by Lambo Edinburgh so it was another run out from North Yorks, any excuse, and a great day culminating with a brilliant display from the Red Arrows. I had a slightly disconcerting feeling of it being 'the end of an era' though. Fastest car was electric and there was jet man doing his party trick up and down the main straight, brilliant to see but does this mark the beginning of the end for internal combustion engines?
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Next came the driving highlight of my year, a long awaited and overdue blast around Europe. Newcastle to Amsterdam, Baden-Baden, Grindelwald, 3 Alpine passes to Andermatt, Lake Garda, Florence, St Paul de Vence, Montreux, Cochem, Amsterdam to Newcastle and finally home. 2,900 miles, slightly disappointing top speed achieved of only 162mph, the roads were busy, and an average of 21.8mpg. [I have finally worked out where to get the info by pressing lots of buttons] Half a litre of oil and a small road tanker of petrol. Scariest by far was not the passes, but arriving in Florence at 4pm and having the satnav throw a hissy fit, whilst trying to get to our hotel, took an hour in time but probably several years off my life expectancy.
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Cheeky!
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So October arrived, the Sottozeros went back on and time for the autumn tour, last year was Scotland so this year was Wales in the company of a rather nice GT3, the AM was traded in from last year.
I've just had enough time recently to take out my chimney sweep, he's a PHer too, and scare him to death, I promised to fit a brake pedal in the passenger side for next time out!
So this year has exceeded all possible expectations, last year I did 6,000 miles, this year I have done over 7,000 miles of absolute pleasure. There are loads of threads on here about depreciation etc. and I'm not going to pontificate about this. However, what I would say is that the true value comes from driving them as the engineers intended. I'm in my 50's now and as someone said to me a few years ago, it's later than you think...
Enjoy your driving in good health and a very Merry Christmas to all.
Let's start with 'out with the old and in with the new'. This rather lovely Spyder was up for sale at a private dealership for 6 months before I bought it. A little research had shown poor after sales performance and I was reluctant to get involved. The price kept dropping and dropping until I was actually salivating at the prospect of ownership. I finally had the bright idea of contacting Andy Canning at Lambo Edinburgh. I told him what I was willing to pay including trading in my coupe and could he buy it in and do a deal? Hats off to him, he brought the deal in several thousand below my expectations and I was the proud owner of a pukka used Lambo:
It was such a good deal even my dog approved, you can see him grinning in this pic.
The year has followed a predictable pattern of several charity events to share the experience of a V10 Lambo at full chat when road, or track, conditions allow. Buttercup, as she is known and please don't ask, proved to be very, very popular with the disadvantaged/poorly kids in particular:
It has been such a wonderful summer my decision to buy a Spyder has seemed to be twice blessed, I have been able to use it on so many occasions. She had a run up to Aberdeen, where I continued to work, and I was able to take out several of my petrolhead friends and their kids, including a fantastic journey up the Lecht to Tomintoul, thanks to advice from fellow PHer Justin! The sound of that V10 bouncing off the stone walls, trees and buildings is truly addictive and of course with the roof down even more accessible.
A visit to Goodwood was kindly arranged by Lambo Edinburgh so it was another run out from North Yorks, any excuse, and a great day culminating with a brilliant display from the Red Arrows. I had a slightly disconcerting feeling of it being 'the end of an era' though. Fastest car was electric and there was jet man doing his party trick up and down the main straight, brilliant to see but does this mark the beginning of the end for internal combustion engines?
|https://thumbsnap.com/0se9lmel[/url]Next came the driving highlight of my year, a long awaited and overdue blast around Europe. Newcastle to Amsterdam, Baden-Baden, Grindelwald, 3 Alpine passes to Andermatt, Lake Garda, Florence, St Paul de Vence, Montreux, Cochem, Amsterdam to Newcastle and finally home. 2,900 miles, slightly disappointing top speed achieved of only 162mph, the roads were busy, and an average of 21.8mpg. [I have finally worked out where to get the info by pressing lots of buttons] Half a litre of oil and a small road tanker of petrol. Scariest by far was not the passes, but arriving in Florence at 4pm and having the satnav throw a hissy fit, whilst trying to get to our hotel, took an hour in time but probably several years off my life expectancy.
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|https://thumbsnap.com/POxcb62v[/url]So October arrived, the Sottozeros went back on and time for the autumn tour, last year was Scotland so this year was Wales in the company of a rather nice GT3, the AM was traded in from last year.
I've just had enough time recently to take out my chimney sweep, he's a PHer too, and scare him to death, I promised to fit a brake pedal in the passenger side for next time out!
So this year has exceeded all possible expectations, last year I did 6,000 miles, this year I have done over 7,000 miles of absolute pleasure. There are loads of threads on here about depreciation etc. and I'm not going to pontificate about this. However, what I would say is that the true value comes from driving them as the engineers intended. I'm in my 50's now and as someone said to me a few years ago, it's later than you think...
Enjoy your driving in good health and a very Merry Christmas to all.
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I too have been enjoying my Huracan this year and have taken the mileage from about 2,500 in April to just under 7,000 now. I am rather proud of that as although the Huracan is based in the UK I am not.
By far the longest trip was a European jaunt in the Summer down to our place in the South of France organised around some meetings in Milan and a factory tour in Sant'Agata, taking in some autobahn en route plus a couple of Swiss/Italian mountain passes.
I took my son on the journey down and we managed to stuff in enough luggage for a week. One soft bag on top of another in the front boot and a briefcase and a suit carrier behind the seats. I now regret selling my Lamborghini fitted 4-bag luggage set with my Gallardo in 2014 when I mistakenly thought I was hanging up my Lamborghini hat for ever.
A few hours on the German autobahn by the Black Forest was fun. The traffic was quite heavy and a spurt to 275 kph (on the speedo) was the fastest I was comfortable touching. Given the tendency of Lambos to flatter on the speed front that was probably just over 260 kph genuine. Annoyingly, when I changed the computer back from KPH to MPH on returning to the UK my saved speeds were deleted.
Without a doubt, the Grand St Bernard pass from Switzerland to Italy (which I did each way) was the highlight of the trip. Flooring the Huracan in 1st and 2nd uphill between hairpins really does feel as though you are being shot out of a cannon.
Lamborghini had suggested the Hotel Majestic in Bologna as a base from which to visit the factory. Bologna is yet another Italian town where the Eco warriers have had their wicked way blocking off various roads to frustrate the poor motorist. The Sat Nav had a field day navigating us in circles down ever narrowing side roads until we became completely stuck. Happily the Sat Nav showed the hotel as only 200 metres away and my son was dispatched with a EUR10 note to bring back the bellboy to guide us in.
Funnily enough the only other SatNav glitch was that the Lambo's SatNav did not recognise at all the dual carriageway by-pass between Sant'Agata and Modena which has apparently been open for years and instead showed us bouncing across fields.
The factory tour was very good indeed and lasted over 3 hours. We were well looked after by a knowledgable young lady with excellent English. We were joined initially by an annoying small group from India who apparently had an Ursus on order. They refused to stop eating inside the clean areas and kept touching stuff. Happily their attention span matched their manners and they left early.
I kept the car down in France over the Summer. A day trip to the top of the Col de Turini was memorable. Returning to the car after a drink at the summit we noticed that the paintwork on the N/S/F was badly scuffed as though the car had been repeatedly kicked. That was a bit of a mystery as the car was within view when we had our drink. We spent much of the return journey to our French house picking the likely culprits from the other visitors we had spotted at the top of the Col de Turini (and deciding on appropriate punishments). We agreed unanimously (and for no good reason) that the guilty party was a small group of German cyclists who we had seen from the cafe pass in front of the car. It then dawned on me that I did not remember disconnecting the trickle charger before we set off. What, of course, had happened is that I had reversed out of our garage with the charger still attached and that had scuffed up the front corner before it fell off. Odd we had neither seen nor heard anything. There now follows an unreserved apology to the completely innocent German cyclists. Happily all the marks polished out so no real damage done.
My return trip to the UK was in August with the dog via the Route Napoleon and too much autoroute.
My next big trip was a solo return trip couple of weeks ago to the in-laws on the West of Ireland from our place in London with night time journeys through the Wales on an empty A470. About 1200 miles in 3 days.
Things I have learned:
1. The Huracan is a great car for long journeys if you can pack light;
2. The washer bottle is too small. I topped up before I left Ireland and was out of fluid by London;
3. The keyless entry/start thing is a real pain. First there is nowhere sensible to put the key and secondly you can actually drive off without the key. I did that in Ireland when I had dropped the key when picking leaves off the car before driving off. I had gone 1/2 a mile down the road before I noticed the dashboard message that the key was not detected. Much rummaging around in the car looking for the thing before before deciding that I could possibly have left without it. Whoever thought that it was a good idea to let the car be driven without the key deserves a good smack. Whatever was wrong with a docking slot? On the same theme I was actually taking my mother-in-law to see the local Mercedes dealer. The salesman confessed that he had a similar experience in his company Merc when his wife had dropped him at the pub and he had decamped with the key with the result that his wife has a car at home she cannot restart and he loses his lift home. Just a stupid stupid concept;
4. Splattered bugs leave a mark on the plastic wrap on the nose of the car if not cleaned off promptly.
5. Oh, and lastly, not once did I think I did not have enough power and/or handling and wish I had held out for a Performante.
Couple of photos should appear below. Hope someone finds these ramblings entertaining.
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By far the longest trip was a European jaunt in the Summer down to our place in the South of France organised around some meetings in Milan and a factory tour in Sant'Agata, taking in some autobahn en route plus a couple of Swiss/Italian mountain passes.
I took my son on the journey down and we managed to stuff in enough luggage for a week. One soft bag on top of another in the front boot and a briefcase and a suit carrier behind the seats. I now regret selling my Lamborghini fitted 4-bag luggage set with my Gallardo in 2014 when I mistakenly thought I was hanging up my Lamborghini hat for ever.
A few hours on the German autobahn by the Black Forest was fun. The traffic was quite heavy and a spurt to 275 kph (on the speedo) was the fastest I was comfortable touching. Given the tendency of Lambos to flatter on the speed front that was probably just over 260 kph genuine. Annoyingly, when I changed the computer back from KPH to MPH on returning to the UK my saved speeds were deleted.
Without a doubt, the Grand St Bernard pass from Switzerland to Italy (which I did each way) was the highlight of the trip. Flooring the Huracan in 1st and 2nd uphill between hairpins really does feel as though you are being shot out of a cannon.
Lamborghini had suggested the Hotel Majestic in Bologna as a base from which to visit the factory. Bologna is yet another Italian town where the Eco warriers have had their wicked way blocking off various roads to frustrate the poor motorist. The Sat Nav had a field day navigating us in circles down ever narrowing side roads until we became completely stuck. Happily the Sat Nav showed the hotel as only 200 metres away and my son was dispatched with a EUR10 note to bring back the bellboy to guide us in.
Funnily enough the only other SatNav glitch was that the Lambo's SatNav did not recognise at all the dual carriageway by-pass between Sant'Agata and Modena which has apparently been open for years and instead showed us bouncing across fields.
The factory tour was very good indeed and lasted over 3 hours. We were well looked after by a knowledgable young lady with excellent English. We were joined initially by an annoying small group from India who apparently had an Ursus on order. They refused to stop eating inside the clean areas and kept touching stuff. Happily their attention span matched their manners and they left early.
I kept the car down in France over the Summer. A day trip to the top of the Col de Turini was memorable. Returning to the car after a drink at the summit we noticed that the paintwork on the N/S/F was badly scuffed as though the car had been repeatedly kicked. That was a bit of a mystery as the car was within view when we had our drink. We spent much of the return journey to our French house picking the likely culprits from the other visitors we had spotted at the top of the Col de Turini (and deciding on appropriate punishments). We agreed unanimously (and for no good reason) that the guilty party was a small group of German cyclists who we had seen from the cafe pass in front of the car. It then dawned on me that I did not remember disconnecting the trickle charger before we set off. What, of course, had happened is that I had reversed out of our garage with the charger still attached and that had scuffed up the front corner before it fell off. Odd we had neither seen nor heard anything. There now follows an unreserved apology to the completely innocent German cyclists. Happily all the marks polished out so no real damage done.
My return trip to the UK was in August with the dog via the Route Napoleon and too much autoroute.
My next big trip was a solo return trip couple of weeks ago to the in-laws on the West of Ireland from our place in London with night time journeys through the Wales on an empty A470. About 1200 miles in 3 days.
Things I have learned:
1. The Huracan is a great car for long journeys if you can pack light;
2. The washer bottle is too small. I topped up before I left Ireland and was out of fluid by London;
3. The keyless entry/start thing is a real pain. First there is nowhere sensible to put the key and secondly you can actually drive off without the key. I did that in Ireland when I had dropped the key when picking leaves off the car before driving off. I had gone 1/2 a mile down the road before I noticed the dashboard message that the key was not detected. Much rummaging around in the car looking for the thing before before deciding that I could possibly have left without it. Whoever thought that it was a good idea to let the car be driven without the key deserves a good smack. Whatever was wrong with a docking slot? On the same theme I was actually taking my mother-in-law to see the local Mercedes dealer. The salesman confessed that he had a similar experience in his company Merc when his wife had dropped him at the pub and he had decamped with the key with the result that his wife has a car at home she cannot restart and he loses his lift home. Just a stupid stupid concept;
4. Splattered bugs leave a mark on the plastic wrap on the nose of the car if not cleaned off promptly.
5. Oh, and lastly, not once did I think I did not have enough power and/or handling and wish I had held out for a Performante.
Couple of photos should appear below. Hope someone finds these ramblings entertaining.
I really enjoy reading posts about owners using their cars as intended. I took my SL2 out today for a spin....in the rain....it got wet...it has dirt on it now and everything!
Shocking!
Now that it has a bit of dirt on it, I think I might take it out again soon...in the rain.
Doesn’t seem much point having stuff like this unless you do exactly what this thread is highlighting. Too many garage queens sadly.
Shocking!
Now that it has a bit of dirt on it, I think I might take it out again soon...in the rain.
Doesn’t seem much point having stuff like this unless you do exactly what this thread is highlighting. Too many garage queens sadly.
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