I’m not a fan of the Lamborghini Murcielago. Right now, there are heads exploding: surely the Murcielago is a car I should be drooling over! As a matter of fact, I am not a fan of the Lamborghini Aventador either. To be completely honest, I don’t care much for most “hyper-cars.”
Hyper-cars, to me, are annoyingly excessive and serve no other purpose than being over-the-top engineering marvels with a promiscuous indulgence in excessiveness (I obviously have a talent for redundancy). Hyper-cars are like 50% of the women in Miami: recklessly fast, annoyingly loud and disrespectfully expensive, yet very striking to look at.
Here’s the thing. Like the racist who has one Asian friend, the homophobe who had lunch with a gay guy once and the person who hates guns but owns a KRISS Vector (because they’re one of those annoying hipster types who gets off on being a walking contradiction); as uninspired as I am by hyper-cars, there is that one exception. That exception for me is the Pagani Huayra. The car itself is sheer lunacy – it ticks all of the boxes I lamented about – but the Huayra is somehow different. In a world of shallow, overcompensating mechanical marvels (the Bugatti is simply an arrogant prick) the Pagani Huayra has managed to maintain some semblance of a personality, while being awesome at the same time.
So, why did I go on this tangent about my dislike for hyper-cars, only to tell you about the one exception?
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