(Image Credit: Lamborghini. Altered, obviously.)
(Image Credit: Lamborghini. Altered, obviously.)

Weekend mode: engage.

Jalopnik Staffer from 2013 to 2020, now Editor-In-Chief at Car Bibles


Disinterested Puddle Enthusiast

The Countach is ugly as hell. There. I said it. I’m not ashamed.

The posters my dad always had hanging in the garage of my childhood home were usually pretty one point. Pink Floyd: check. Robin Trower: check. Clapton: check. Lamborghini Miura: check. But the Countach... every time I saw that yellow affront to geometry I was reminded of why I don’t much care for things that were churned out during the 80s.

To be fair, I was born in ‘88, but why did everything have to be so goddamn offensively angular?