Open Air Theatre

There are few supercars more dramatic in terms of looks and sound, but is the new Lamborghini Huracán Evo Spyder an exercise in vanity or a serious driving machine?

- Adam Towler

THIS MORNING OUR HOUSE FLOODED. A thunderstorm let rip overhead with such ferocity that there was a fast-flowing river running past the front door, and the kitchen floor was soon underwater. Even worse, earlier the same morning, somehow, incomprehensibly, we’d run out of teabags. Horrific.

The freakish weather also meant the photoshoot for the magazine now ran about six hours late, and while the opportunity to once again get behind the wheel of the Formula 1 car you can read about on page 74 was like a mirage in a desert of soggy calamity, Bedford Autodrome’s noise limitations placing effectively a 65kmph top speed on our running was a cruel form of torture, and required the self-restraint of the most pious medieval monk.

The F1 car’s presence also had the effect of reducing the allure of the Arancio Xanto-painted Huracán Evo Spyder that was included in the shoot to virtually nil, and anyway, it’s the Spyder variant, and if any supercar sways towards the ‘Knightsbridge’ end of the spectrum rather than the Evo end, it’s Lamborghini’s baby roadster. After the tinge of disappointment that hung around the Huracán Evo coupe for reasons I’ll explain shortly, I think it’s fair to say that expectations for the significantly heavier, wobblier, soft top version aren’t especially high.