Even with the roof down, the clever aero work - which includes buttresses behind the trailing edge of the window to suck the air back across the deck rather than letting it recirculate into the cabin - keeps things civilised. Put the roof up and you can see from the silhouette of the car that the airflow will be fairly uninterrupted, and sure enough, wind noise is impressively subdued. You still get a fair amount of rumble from those fat tyres, and the exhaust echoes gently in the background, but you could live with this.
In fact, anyone driving a Huracán is going to wallow in the noise. It’s a vehicular amphitheatre - an acoustic bonanza of popping, burbling, crescendoing, ravening V10 engine noise. It’s not an exhaust note; it’s an overture, and opening the roof only lets you enjoy it more.
The powertrain is a delight to use in everyday stuff or in more spirited use. Twitch the appropriately large manual paddles and you feel instantly in charge of the gearbox, as it quick-fires up or down a gear, letting you make the most of the V10 with its joyous lack of inertia and free-revving nature.
Maybe there isn’t the detonation of gut-wrenching mid-range acceleration that you get with the turbocharged McLaren 650S or Nissan GT-R, but there is real, deep satisfaction in using the long, crescendoing rev range of this engine. And whatever you compare it with, give it everything in a Huracán and it feels savagely, hilariously fast.
But there is a niggling sense of something missing in this car. And that, unfortunately, is in the handling. For a start, and as we’ve already established in the coupé, the variable-ratio Dynamic Steering that was fitted to our car is definitely one to avoid.
On top of that, the four-wheel drive system delivers the same edge of disappointment that there isn’t a little more life to it. Sure, in virtually any normal road use, the Huracán Spyder feels easily edgy enough to satisfy the majority of supercar owners. Dull, it isn’t.
But when you get the opportunity to push harder, to find out what it can do, it starts to reveal its slightly nannying tendency to understeer earlier than you’d like - to not respond to throttle feathering with the sort of elegant, millimetre-perfect adjustability of a Ferrari 488 or a McLaren 650S.
Even with all that, the Huracán is fun. Just looking at it is fun, let alone driving it. But this is not a car that ever feels completely unfettered by the veil of electronic interference. It never shrugs and says: "You think you’re man enough? You go for it."