Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be one of those people? You know, those people who seem to part the sea as they walk down a crowded sidewalk. The ones who elicit stares and gawks and “eye-f*cks” from passersby. The ones who are mercilessly catcalled, complimented, hooted and hollered at. Objectified, idealized, fantasized, celebritized.
A great many women are these people, and I’d wager a handful of Zoolander-esque men are as well.
I’ve never been one of those people, and until I had the 2014 Lamborghini Aventador Roadster in my possession for 72 hours, I’d never really known what they were on about.
I’ve had the opportunity to drive and “own” more than my fair share of exotic autos since launching Supercompressor a year ago: Jags, Astons, Audis, Rolls, Porsche, Bentleys and more. Each of them was a scream, all of them attracted more than the average attention span of passersby, but none put me so squarely in the eye of the storm as the Aventador.