There’s some sort of evil lurking in those exhausts. And I’m not just talking about the torturous scream when you wind the engine up past 6,000rpm, or the bloated resonance at lower revs that sounds like the devil himself showing his appreciation after a good meal. Hidden deep between the pyrotechnics and the snorts, I could swear the car is laughing at me – a malevolent chuckle from deep down in its boots.
Supercars don’t come any more intimidating than V12 Lamborghinis, or at least they shouldn’t, and this is a bull with extra balls – the Aventador LP750-4 SV Roadster. It’s the same trimmed-down, beefed-up recipe as the SV Coupe, but without a roof to guard you from the sensory bombardment. It will be louder and windier, that much we know, but is a posing-pouch convertible really worthy of a badge that’s been deployed just four times in the past 44 years, and reserved only for Lambo’s most hardcore offspring? I mean, even the Countach wasn’t deemed fit to join the SV club.
Photos: Malek Fayoumi
This feature originally appeared in the January 2016 issue of Top Gear magazine