The Lamborghini Aventador Superveloce has no carpet, sound deadening, USB ports, Bluetooth phone pairing, cruise control, nor any warning labels. And sometimes—like whenever its cooling fans operate—it produces mechanical noises no car this costly should make. It approaches its mission with the same subtlety Donald Trump employs when talking immigration.
In other words, it makes no apologies for being what it is: A brazen exotic made for those who enjoy center stage and have the resources to ensure they remain there. Did we mention it starts at $497,895?
We spent a total of 70 hours with the SV. In that time it defined itself as the Big Italian Cheese that Lamborghini wants it to be. It is brash, unreserved, and charismatic, yet also very well-made and seemingly indifferent to a sound flogging. Aesthetically, it manages to be both ghastly and gorgeous. We want its phone number, badly, and we don’t want anyone to know about it.
The Superveloce, a lightened and more powerful version of the four-year-old Aventador, is a very fine piece of gratuitousness indeed. It was created as much for shock value as for driving reward. If the standard Aventador leverages the corporate paradigm shift that began with the Murciélago back in 2001, then the SV yanks at it with a composite crowbar.