A supercar deserves to mean a metheric acceleration, excessive G forces, a little discomfort and, perhaps, a relentless admiration and/or a deep disgust of the general population. But behind the wheel of a Lamborghini, all those things are amplified through a 20-something thing.
What I discovered after spending an entire weekend alongside Lambo’s last super-open bull, Hurricane Evo, wasn’t that fast, incredibly strong or flawlessly accurate. Or even how he masters the art of inflating his driver’s ego. The most productive thing about the Evo is the speed with which it captures people’s attention.
Forget the influencers. Take a city tour in a bright blue Lamborghini convertible and be assured that it will be the next big addition to TikTok in minutes.
Although the so-called Evo may remind you of a Mitsubishi sure that once broke the stages of the rally, that’s how Lamborghini needs everyone to call It a Hurricane now. Since the style of the year 2020, all hurricanes (Huaracanes?) They are Evos, which means exactly that: a cautious evolution of an already emotional supercar, or if you prefer, the first genuine refreshment for the baby supercar of Lambo.
I say emotionally, because the original Hurricane project, or any Lamborghini for that matter, is never a matter of more sensitive speed or record lap time. The company’s ethics focus instead on drama, striking appearance and a colorful soundtrack designed to touch your soul and live in your memories forever.
But then, one morning, Lamborghini woke up and sought to take on rivals Ferrari and McLaren in the numbers war. Thus, in a moment of “screwing up”, Sant’Agata broke the Record of the Nurburgring circular for a production car with the Hurricane Performante, a more specific edition of the Huracan at the time. The Performant set a time of 6 minutes, 52 seconds, no less, putting Lamborghini back to the climax as a logo that can safeguard the inevitable look on Ocean Drive with genuine performance.
The Evo perpetuates this new vigour well by using the Performante engine as a popular team; in this case, a 5.2-liter V10 with optimized functionality (again, is there a Lamborghini engine without functionality?), which takes things from a higher force of 602 horsepower to a frankly heartbreaking 631. The torque was also higher than 413 to 443 pound-feet.
Combined with a seven-speed automatic gearbox, this mid-850 rpm four-wheeled suction jewel will not only turn into a stratospheric red line, but allows the Evo with four-wheel drive, homeless or homeless, to be released to a hundred. km/h in just about 3 seconds.
Perhaps even more impressive is the supposed time of 10.5 seconds in a quarter of a mile out of the box, or, let’s not organize the most sensitive speed of 202 mph. Not that this is Lamborghini’s entry-level sports car.
Evo’s makeover opens the face of the Hurricane with a new bumper with integrated separator and expanded air intakes. Lamborghini says those plugs actually improve aerodynamic performance. The car’s rear fairing also receives the Performant remedy with high-play exhausts, an integrated spoiler and a rear diffuser that also increases aid strength. New tire designs help the Evo stand out as a more unpleasant and cool Hurricane.
Inside, few changes, a slight redesign of the available color and fabric combinations, as well as updated virtual displays. I am a non-public fan of forged composite surfaces, a type of superhero car carbon fiber texture that only Lamborghini can have conceptualized. It looks like marble and gives the car an exclusive and beloved look and feel.
The maximum internal update, however, is Lamborghini’s all-new internal infotainment formula, which is abandoning the old original Audi MMI-style interface for a much cleaner touchscreen. The formula comes with an 8.4 inch screen and support for Android Auto/Apple CarPlay.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t flood my readers with countless technical information, because I think one or two Google searches can kill you. But I feel a desire to waste some Internet ink by telling you about the car’s Lamborghini Dinamica Veicolo Integrata (LDVI) supercomputer with the charismatic name.
Lambo is very proud of this gadget, and rightly so, because it sends all kinds of knowledge to a central processor to optimize the functionality of the car in all situations. The car necessarily analyzes its behavior and environments, and then configures it accordingly.
For example, you can adjust the rear wheel (yes, this Lambo has a rear wheel formula like an old Honda Prelude) to improve paints with the torque vectorization formula based on brakes and adaptive surprise dampers for progressive agility. The car is necessarily waiting for what’s to come.
Even more remarkable is the way you memorize your favorite driving modes, for example, if you prefer to drive it in manual or automatic mode. The Evo even scans how your feet work your pedals to better react to your long-term inputs.
Works? Honestly, it’s hard to know when you’re hanging from the wheel for life, but it makes driving a 630-horsepower supercar a lot easier.
Actually, I didn’t feel compatible with this Lambo Spyder. Make no mistake, I’ll take the car convertible every summer month, and the lack of roof greatly improves the free height of the Hurricane, or its absence. It also makes the fantastic engine sound stronger.
My challenge with the homeless scenario is that everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, look at you, to the point where the fun gets embarrassed. My friend probably hated this car for that very explanation of why — “Can you leave me a little more? I don’t need everyone to see me get out of this thing” – he told me as we did some shopping.
People’s reactions to this are frankly fascinating and a little unsettling. Be careful, the existing pandemic is not actually helping. In a world where other people fight financially and, well, die, seeing an idiot in a sports car valued at nearly half a million dollars actually provokes reactions. It was very strange to be in this thing right now, even though I didn’t really own it.
At least other people are satisfied when they see a Lamborghini. Smiles are directly aimed at you, both men and women. Car enthusiasts are quick to send you the same old positive signal or thumb movement in the air. Kids go crazy, while teens look at you through the lenses of their Instagram stories.
Such attention forces you to stay awake while you manipulate the beast. My movements were calculated suddenly, getting out of the car, filling it with fuel, filling its tiny frunk or leaving the gas station. The last thing I was looking for was the star of the next video “Look at This Fool Weighs His Hurricane” on The Drive. I need to write for this place, not be there.
Like an online influencer, the audience watches, adheres to and judges temporarily when driving a Lamborghini. They meet, ask questions and act a little foolishly. Strangers suddenly feel comfortable coming to you, curious about who you are and why you, among all humans, deserve to drive such an extravagant device. Your privacy is now a thing of the past.
“How much does it cost?” Asked. It was what I was most wondering about, to which the words “more than you can afford, my friend” ran tirelessly in my mind.
Despite everything, it made me need to leave town. So I did just that. After attracting more attention than a Hollywood star and smashing my back on the terrible streets of Montreal, I went out on the road at the outside counter to see and explore what this rocket was capable of.
That said, I’ll say that the Evo’s adaptive suspension is quite wonderful when configured in Strada mode, the car’s maximum dimmed configuration. Cracks in the sidewalk, potholes and asymmetric roads don’t spoil your spine too much, which is wonderful. There is genuine conformity in the way the Evo takes a hole in the road.
In addition, I found myself incredibly grateful for the nose lift technology, because lifting the front suspension is a much easier business here than in a McLaren. The only thing the Hurricane asks is that it presses an oscillating switch, compared to the McLaren controller, similar to a cruise control.
Unfortunately, the daily driving of the Evo collapses when looking to place a comfortable sitting position. Maybe if I were a small driving force of Control of Lamborghini like Valentino Balboni, I would sit comfortably in the seats of the Hurricane, but as a six-foot-tall, 230-pound poutine-loving Canadian, the car’s comfortable cab meant my huge baldness peeking out of the windshield and my knees burned the guide column.
Legroom is bad, especially for tall people. The car pedals move annoyingly to the right. The interior of the Hurricane is a small area without cup holders and a small garage area. Their seats are not the most comfortable. Its shape and hard back make you feel like you’re sitting in a pair of scissors. Kill your back.
One way or another, all of this temporarily dissolves when you set the Huracan Evo to Sport mode, allowing the car to temporarily combine its surprise shock absorbers and open the exhaust valves to let the ten cylinders sing. In addition, Lamborghini engineers have made sure to schedule a sudden change when Sport mode is activated, so that cars they know are about to become a reality.
Sports mode is the best place, or what my Lamborghini representative likes to call the “fun mode”. In sport, the escape score is significantly higher. Cracks and noises are much more obvious degradations. The car is sometimes stiffer, however, the car’s traction control formula provides the right safety net to explore the car’s potential, and still helps keep things under control if you dare to flirt with its turbulent character.
Lamborghini says Sport mode was designed to make the rear laugh and let the rear go further. Since I wasn’t driving the car on a track, it was up to me to check those drifting statements.
And then there’s Corsa mode, where the Evo fires its heaviest artillery. Corsa transforms the Evo into a relentless functionality tool capable of doing fantastic and terrifying things. In Corsa, the transmission is predetermined in manual mode, the traction control is further recovered, and the release control is unlocked. Car suspension, four-wheel drive formula, differentials and rear guide formula are configured for the best grip and control. The car will even tuck the rear wheels in for optimal grip on high-speed corners.
Press and hold the left gear lever, which is in the guide column, as God wanted, and the Evo will urgently provide you with the ideal relationship, allowing this V10 to spit out one of the maximum moving internal combustion symphonies you can in a fashionable car. In a world where turbochargers and electrification govern everything, the satisfying bellows of an atmospheric engine seems like a relic of a more attractive past.
Tighten the throttle and the Lambo bath will jump forward with the same kind of spectacular speed as a speed bike. The engine hits the red line in a violent concert of maximum decibels. Diets increase so fast that you barely have time to realize you’re bouncing off the nutrition limiter.
It’s time for a change. Click. Go. I was back on the accelerator. Everything was now a big blur, the 10-cylinder crying had my ears whistling, and the hair I had left now was a hairy spot on the sidewalk. All the hairs on my body were raised, my pupils were dilated and my palms were tightly squeezed around the wrapped alcantara guide wheel. It’s like that famous 2001 scene: A Space Odyssey, unless all the time.
I’m not going to say how fast I ended up with the Evo, however, I’ll say it’s desirable to see a speedometer shut down when your car has the ability to deform in time to its next destination.
Perhaps what inspired me to the fullest was not the speed at which it covered the ground, but the way it provided that speed. In the Hurricane Evo Spyder, functionality is a windy opera-like theatrical act where its sensory receivers are above eleven. Suddenly, my face, the one everyone can see, became the five-year-old on Christmas morning when I had my first Nintendo.
But while his stinking performance, outrageous character and ability to inflate his ego thrilled me more than a big boy in front of a birthday cake, what I admired most about this Italian masterpiece was the happiness he brought to people’s lives while he had it. .
Throwing a hundred km/h in less than 3 seconds is fun, yes, but watching a child live one of his most intimate fantasies, in this case sitting inside a real supercar, warmed my center like no other car could do. This is the kind that only a Lamborghini can still generate.
William Clavey is an automotive writer based in Montreal. His paintings have made the impression on The Drive, Jalopnik, The Car Guide and more. It’s at claveyscorner.com rate.
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