If you’re going to drive a new Lamborghini Aventador, especially when clad in £2940 worth of optional Arancia Argos paint, you should slap a couple of accident black spot roundels on its flanks.
As a thing to drive, the Aventador is as safe as anyone could reasonably expect a 690bhp supercar with sub-3.0sec 0-62mph capability to be, but as a device to distract other drivers from the road ahead, its powers may be unprecedented. You might never crash yourself, but you’re going to see plenty.
But is this not exactly what owners seek from such a car? Is an Aventador, like its forefathers the Murcielago, Diablo and Countach, not an attention-seeking device first and a thoroughbred driving machine second?
Maybe, but that doesn’t mean its existence is not to be celebrated. Among mainstream production cars – which excludes esoteric models such as Paganis and Koenigseggs built in single or double-digit numbers – the Aventador now stands alone.
Although the Aventador is laden with state-of-the-art technology, at its heart it remains a supercar of the old school, a massively wide, impossibly low machine powered by a outrageously powerful and classic normally aspirated V12 – words that would have applied no less accurately to the Countach at its first public showing more than 40 years ago.
For now, the Aventador is available only as a £247,668 coupé, although the Roadster has just been announced with a two-piece carbonfibre targa top weighing just 6kg that can be removed and stored in the Aventador’s nose. Sales start in the summer for a price approaching £300,000.