SGANCIO. It means ‘release’ and is the command embossed deeply into the prominent aluminium levers that sit front and centre of Lamborghini’s carbon-framed Sports seats.
With the viciously raked windscreen, pillbox view forward and reclined dashboard, the experience of sliding into the dark, foreboding innards of the Huracán has never wanted for drama or sense of occasion, but these seats address one of the car’s biggest failings: the perched driving position. These now feel bolted directly on the floorpan, are muscularly bolstered and slide back generously, although not so much that taller drivers cannot position the steering wheel, whose column remains widely adjustable, exactly when they want it.
The seats have also released some much needed head room, and so finally, before you’ve hit the engine-start button and roused 5.2 litres of V10, the Huracán feels like a serious driver’s car.
However, some of the trimmings do still feel flimsy – for example, the bank of toggle switches for the nose lift system, ESC and windows – and the air vents appear to have been tacked on at the last minute. The cold, angular geometry that gives the place an air of machismo also makes this a less welcoming cabin than that of a Ferrari F8 Tributo and Lamborghini still contrives to fit the shallowest central storage tray in lieu of an armrest compartment and the glovebox is almost deliberately small.
There is, at least, some space for phones underneath the central buttress, which now houses the touchscreen display, and some room for overnight bags on the ledge behind the seats. However, the 100-litre ‘frunk’ remains small to the extent that you’d swear the Huracán used pushrod suspension.