The large car is out and sun-soaking today, making big sounds and lookin’ toasty. It’s the Lamborghini Centenario Roadster and it’s twelve hefty cylinders of good.
I came into this gig the old school journalism way, the newspaper route, the one that teaches you to believe in the myth of objectivity and not to desire any particular outcome with a story you write. But when a religious nutjob and accused con artist fleeces your fellow car enthusiasts out of thousands of dollars …
Earlier today, we showed you the Ford GT rejection letter, and we all had a good cry, together. As you know, though, even when a car company gets to decide who is worth the privilege of buying their car, some people must be getting good news, right? Happily, we’ve now managed to get samples of all the types of letters…
If you’re wondering what it’s like to get behind the wheel of a quarter million dollars worth of exotic car that you don’t own, in the middle of nowhere Ohio, before you put it on a dirt track, I can tell you it’s actually terrifying.
All 40 Lamborghini Centenario LP 770-4 hypercars have already been sold, but the car made its first U.S. appearance June 11th at Los Angeles’ the Petersen Auto Museum and to celebrate, some of the hottest supercars in the city showed up and took over the parking garage.
I went to Philadelphia on Saturday, and it was really hot. But, apparently, so were the cars.
Nestled deep in the heart of Miami’s gentrifying Wynwood Arts District, in between the impressive graffiti murals and the roving packs of homeless, sits an incredible enclave of automotive excellence.
I have a hard time caring about supercars unless they’re being used for super-hoonage, so YouTubers bragging about sweet new rides they’ll only use to hard park in Monaco have always rubbed me the wrong way. Fortunately, YouTube star PewDiePie’s new ride blows all of those basic supercar videos away.
Delightfully-named boutique Dutch automaker Donkervoort has released an “RS” version of the wacky carbon fiber rocket-phallus they call a car. Hustle up and order yours because they’ve already sold more than half of the production run!
While this isn’t the biggest surprise given Volvo’s gradual pull-out from racing, it still makes us sad. Volvo’s Polestar made it official today that they would not be renewing their contract with Australian Supercars once this season is over. The team, however, is looking to keep racing the Volvo without them.
Days ago, car-spotting YouTuber Gordon Cheng found himself in a Tokyo parking garage. It turned out to be a cave of wonders, full of the absolute most outrageously modified Lamborghinis I’ve ever seen.
When DUB describes Zevigg’s Huracán as “the first hand-painted Lamborghini” they mean spray-painted. And behold: the second-fastest way to destroy a quarter-million dollar supercar.
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Quick: what’s the one thing that, to most people, defines a supercar? Power? Speed? Advanced engineering? Money? Wrong, wrong, wrong, and sort of right. But trumping all these criteria, to the average person, there’s but one real indicator of supercardom: weird doors.
By the time you’ve finished reading this sentence, a McLaren 675LT could have accelerated from a stop to almost 100 mph. That kind of performance doesn’t leave much room for pilot error, but don’t worry, the car’s got a comprehensive rescue kit if you shatter its carbon fiber body and get a boo-boo.
Tango the Frenchie kept watch over the McLaren 675LT we borrowed last week. He was drooling over it as much as we were. Then again, he drools on everything.
“Make no mistake, it’s much more than a minor tweak on the 650,” McLaren’s representative told me. As if it were possible for me to hear anything but war drums, mere seconds away from being handed the keys to $392,741 worth of misslecar.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between someone with big balls and someone with a small brain. Watching a Ferrari F12 bust a wheel fording a stream in the Himalayas is one such moment.
The joy of the internet is that something can be right, and something can be wrong, but both are given equal footing. I stand (or rather sit, let’s be honest) to proclaim one Justin Westbrook WRONG. Because taking your super cars across the Himalayas is fucking beautiful. The guys who ruined those cars aren’t…