Miura and Huracán: on tour with two Lamborghinis

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Miura and Huracán in the driving report
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A ls Vittorio Poletti enters the Passo della Futa bar, you can see everything possible at him. For example, that he's in a good mood. Maybe it's because of his temper, the weather or the two wonderful sports cars in front of the door. Or everything together. And you can see that he attaches great importance to his appearance, even if the hair on the head has firstly been thinning and secondly has long since turned white.

But there is one thing you don't see in him: Vittorio has already celebrated his 79th birthday not a few 60-year-olds would be happy to appear so vital, and even the almost 50-year-old Lamborghini Miura has its problems with age. The yellow SV is one of the last examples; production of the sports car ended as early as 1972. Although, the Miura wasn't just a sports car, regardless of the evolutionary stage. The only 1.05 meter high two-door model shook its epoch as an overhead machine, it was 280 km /h as SV, and depending on the narrative mood and alcohol consumption of its owners, sometimes 296 km /h or even more.

A journey through time with the Lamborghini Miura


Vittorio certainly knows the Lamborghini Miura from the time when the first test vehicles shot through the Apennines, back and forth between Emilia-Romagna and Tuscany - and also to his bar over. It was a matter of honor that the test drivers took the host on a ride. Today every factory driver has to sign a pamphlet of several hundred pages in order to refrain from doing exactly that. 'They came by regularly, the streets here are wonderful,' says the former professional cyclist with a smile. The Lamborghini Miura also shines, which is not It's just because of its color, but because its headlights are only just working.

That would have been very helpful at dawn, but they didn't want to. The essentials, on the other hand, work as reliably as Vittorio's espresso machine: the transversely installed, 385 hp V12 motor. Well, and then the storm of progress blows towards him in hurricane-like gusts. The Lamborghini Huracán has a longitudinally installed engine in the rear, which has only ten cylinders, but the little thing of 610 hp makes. So while the Lamborghini Miura was considered an unsurpassed particle accelerator in its time, a monster that propelled its owner either into happiness or into the afterlife at up to 8,000 revolutions per minute, and was only built 474 times, the Lamborghini Huracán has a completely different role.

Lamborghini Huracán on duty

It currently forms the basis of the Lamborghini model range, has to earn money and therefore surpass the number of units of its predecessor Gallardo: 14,022 copies. Well, the Gallardo had ten years to do this, the production of the new only started last year - does it all sound too much like workflow, business case and return on investment? Perhaps, but the audience at Passo della Futa (as everywhere on this exit) does not differentiate.

A wave of enthusiasm collapses over both sports cars, and over the driver one of espresso and photo requests - everyone has something from that. What only Miura drivers experience, however: a V12 engine that resides directly behind the medulla oblongata. The four-liter Wüterich, fed by four triple carburettors, would snorkel in any headgear, presumably the entire clothing of the driver and front passenger, if it weren't for the thin Plexiglas pane between the seats and the engine - to which the headrests stick.

The 5.2- Liter unit of the Lamborghini Huracán resides a little more distant, which, however, does not allow any conclusions to be drawn about his way of working, although at the start it briefly roars to the world that it will soon be unhinged. After that, however, there is calm again in the form of a civil idling, which is characterized by mechanical whirring, singing and clicking. The Lamborghini Miura doesn't think much of decency and decency, preferring to keep its engine running loudly, crackling, thundering - which is less surprising than the fact that it starts immediately when it is cold, completely free of bugs.

Which also Nobody could count: there is even enough space in the Lamborghini Miura for people who cannot show Vittorio's slim racing cyclist stature. Admittedly, the seats themselves look more like baby bathtubs, a suitable position can hardly be found, but the monkey has never felt as comfortable on the grindstone as it did here. Because behind the steering wheel, which is always too far away, the huge windshield arches, allowing the surroundings to flood the cockpit, only slightly hindered by the obscene curves of the Gandini body. Shortbudding romance doesn't get a chance to blossom, however, because in this servoless sports car world the Lamborghini Miura only trades its power for that of the driver.

Honest assistance systems in the Lamborghini Miura


Assistance systems? Of course: a limited-slip differential, 215 /70-15 tires at the front, 255/60 at the rear. Oh yes, and a very precise steering. In any case, the Lamborghini Miura has a powerful start, it sounds as if heat plates vibrate in time with the 12 cylinders and 24 valves to play the background music to the shaking and snorting mechanics. Whether one of the particularly powerful units prepared for the press vehicles is installed in it, which Lamborghini test driver Bob Wallace once reported on? The engines were as powerful as they were untested that they overwhelmed the aerodynamics of the Lamborghini Miura - which was only partially funny at 288 km /h and more.

Obviously, however, speed is needed for the Lamborghini Miura to become more trusting. On the twirling streets between Loiano, San Giacomo and Montecarelli, he takes refuge with increasing speed in a - presumably deceptive - lightness. Even when wringing out the engine, the traction remains stable, the driving behavior calculable, surprisingly neutral. This may have something to do with the delta between real and experienced speed, you don't know, because the speedometer is free today. Incidentally, its scale only starts at 40 km /h - nobody dares to do that anymore.

Yes, Lamborghini no longer dares to offer its customers even a manual transmission. With the Lamborghini Huracán, electronics and mechanics play each other perfectly, tearing the seven gears abruptly through double clutch. The transmission of the Lamborghini Miura, which was once celebrated for its five gears and their synchronization, does not even begin to achieve this. The second in particular is a stubborn dog.

Lamborghini Huracán impresses with easy handling

Meanwhile, the Lamborghini Huracán rushes through the V10 soundtrack with an initially seething, then screaming, but always slightly unbalanced soundtrack often storm-dry forests, everything on and in it seems as simple and easy as operating a stereo system. Turn a little, press a little, then the information required in addition to the speed and km /h is shown on the TFT display, the gears are changed and the character of the drive, chassis and control electronics are changed if necessary. On the racetrack, yes, there the Lamborghini Huracán in Corsa mode would now shoot neutral to slightly oversteer out of bends into which it turned a blink of an eye before with only minimal steering understeer.

The chassis would allow even less body roll than it already allows with the aluminum-carbon chassis. But here? Here mainly the all-wheel drive secures the traction against the maximumTorque of 560 Nm, it is only available at 6,500 revolutions, which would outline an essential characteristic of the modern Lamborghini - the drama. Regardless of whether it is design, acoustics or performance: Sports cars with the Taurus coat of arms never carry small change with them, they always carry large bills.


It's not about dazzling, but showing off. It doesn't have to, the Lamborghini Huracán, it doesn't need the fighter-jet-like flap over the start button, for example, it should look a little friendlier. After all, only a few can follow him, because the little Lambo drives precisely and therefore quickly. So fast that even in Italy nobody would tolerate it anymore, at least not on country roads, probably not otherwise. As part of the Mille Miglia, yes, then maybe, because the famous classic car race robs the whole country of the last remnants of conscientiousness, including the police. “This year, the Mille won't come past us, the first time in 60 years,” says Vittorio's son Claudio. Shaking his head, he raises his hands and looks towards the sky, one of those typically Italian, eternal gestures.


Vittorio himself does not seem particularly shocked, he vividly points to the black and white pictures wallpapered Walls that tell of numerous visitors, all of them celebrities from the Italian cycling scene, but also from the film business. At the age of 79, the senior has probably already experienced a lot, probably knows very well that the sun wasn't always shining here on the Passo della Futa, and possibly knows terrible details about the history of the nearby military cemetery. You can't tell by looking at him.

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