I recently decided to find out if the Lamborghini Aventador (one of the wildest, widest, and least practical cars on the road) could transport two people and luggage to a wedding four hours away without ruining a suit or setting itself on fire. And guess what? It can! Kind of.
Another short drive and stop for pictures, another delay of 20 minutes of people gawking at the car. Do Aventador owners ever get anywhere on time?
It might be a fast car, but nothing gets done quickly. And what's the point of having a car like this if you don't share it with others?
This is Bill. Bill passed about seven cars across a double yellow and made me pullover to see the Lambo. Bill liked it.
It doesn't feel wide when you drive it, but shit it's wide when you park it.
Supercars aren't built for roadtrips. They're loud. They're cramped. They're uncomfortable. There is no storage space. Sounds like a challenge to me. And that's why I'm taking a Lamborghini Aventador to Rhode Island this weekend. Challenge accepted.