Last year was all about the new avant-garde hypercar: the petrol-electric McLaren P1, Porsche 918 Spyder, LaFerrari – and the Jaguar C-X75 that never quite made it to the showroom. By the end of the year, I’d certainly had my fill of them.
And while nobody likes to consider himself a luddite, I certainly cheered when I drove the 2015 hypercar that brought some old-school blood-and-thunder back into the niche: the Lamborghini Aventador SV. Just two seconds slower around the Nordschleife than the mighty 918, and not an electric motor in sight. Bravo.
For me, this car proved beyond doubt that there will always be a place for simple, powerful, unreconstructed monsters at this rarified level of the car market – provided they’re exciting, house-broken, modern and usable enough. The SV is all of these things and more. Really.
Not that I’d believed it could be, given how cold the regular Aventador had left me a couple of years earlier. Adding yet more grunt to a recipe that already had an abundance of it, without conjuring up handling delicacy that wouldn’t come naturally to an extra-hardcore special, didn’t sound like the way forward for this car at all.
And then I drove the SV. The noise and force of the car as the revs sky-rocket past 7000rpm are both incredible; it's hard to do justice to in words. But then sound and fury are what you expect. You get more of both than you expect; a lot more. But, at least in a roundabout way, you’re expecting to get it.