The Lamborghini Aventador Superveloce has no carpet, sound deadening, USB ports, Bluetooth phone pairing, cruise control, nor any warning labels. And sometimes—like whenever its cooling fans operate—it produces mechanical noises no car this costly should make. It approaches its mission with the same subtlety Donald Trump employs when talking immigration.
A brazen exotic made for those who enjoy center stage and have the resources to ensure they remain there.
Unsurprisingly, it’s strikingly rapid. It will kiss 60 mph from a standstill in 2.7 seconds, storm the quarter-mile in 10.5 seconds at 136 mph, and stop from 70 mph in 147 feet. It generates 1.04 g’s around the skidpad and never acts as if it’s working to perform any of these feats. It didn’t once hint that it wanted to kill us, either.
For the Superveloce, the big change to the Aventador’s 6.5-liter V-12 is a freer-flowing exhaust. In combination with fresh calibrations for its variable valve timing and variable intake system, output climbs to 740 horsepower, up from the base car’s 691. Peak power is achieved 100 rpm below redline at a shrill 8400 revs. Torque remains 509 pound-feet at 5500 rpm.
On the scale of grand driving tools, the Aventador ranks high. It is stupid fast, has world-class brakes, and makes fantastic grip. Its somewhat-elusive limits, however, keep it from rivaling the world’s most rewarding driver’s cars. Still, the Superveloce is special. It is a car unencumbered by ubiquity, order, or anything resembling normalcy. It is, in other words, a Lambo.