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Llamberis in a Lamborghini

Sitting behind the wheel of the newest Aventador Roadster gives extraordinary perspective – but it’s not for the faint-hearted

Ian Bickerstaff
Ian Bickerstaff

Finding the space to stretch the legs of any car is sometimes a challenge, and Lamborghini’s latest Aventador Roadster certainly needs more room than most. Seeking the raw, wild and beautiful, we turned to Snowdonia in North Wales. This timeless and rugged landscape mirrors the dramatic form of the Aventador, and a backdrop of exposed blue-grey slate adds to the sheer drama of this car’s matte cloak.


From the off, the Aventador is all about occasion. It is a very grand occasion, too. Lamborghini’s flagship is a complex and compelling mix of razor-sharp edges and the most delicate curves. With the pointiest of noses and most stubborn of chins, it is as striking as it is impractical. Then we have noise: the banshee wail of the starter motor followed by an ogre’s throaty roar from the V12, sufficiently loud to wake the gods. Should anyone fail to take in the immediate sights or sounds, the scissor doors lifted high are as loud a visual yell as one will find.


The theatrics continue inside with a bold digital rev counter dominating the forward view. The dash is broad, lines are clean, leather is supple and controls are surprisingly sensible. Our Roadster model brings in the sky via the removal of two lightweight roof sections. These stow in the boot up-front, leaving little room for anything else.


The drive isn’t for the faint-hearted. There is no forward gear selection, just pull the right paddle and go. In Strada mode, progress is merely quite loud. Corsa brings in a most guttural sound; so infectious it is simply impossible to revert to standard mode. Forward visibility is good, while rear is virtually non-existent.


While the Aventador sits low, there’s no escaping its considerable – over two-metres-wide – footprint, compounded further by the significant wing mirrors. Despite this, accurate steering with good feedback allows easy placement – essential on the many Welsh roads that were not built to Lamborghini dimensions.


Behind the wheel, even with the acres of lightweight carbon fibre beneath, the Aventador feels rather substantial. It uses its immense 690 Nm torque to achieve astonishing performance figures (100km/h in just 3 seconds). Power is delivered in an accessible manner and it is very manageable at low speeds. There is a gentle nod to keeping emissions low with stop-start plus cylinder deactivation when on light throttle, but we emptied the 90-litre tank more than once…


The carbon fibre monocoque proved exceptionally rigid, and while ride is certainly firm, the Aventador is well planted and drive to all corners aids turn-in and traction. The Achilles heel is the single clutch gearbox. Compared to fast changing dual clutch mechanisms, there is a short dip in power – sometimes mid-corner when in automatic mode – and this briefly affects the yaw, unsettling the car’s composure. Unless just cruising, it is best to maintain manual control.


Driving an Aventador (even in stealth paint), one experiences the world from a very extraordinary perspective. Other road users deviate in any way possible so they might achieve a better view of this automotive artwork. It is a bringer of joy.


The pinnacle of this car in Wales, heading through the Llamberis Pass in the shadow of Mt. Snowden, the car's engine consumes you, the gutteral V12's roar bouncing off the mountains. Some might think it the Gods going to war; sorry chaps, it was the Aventador.



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