Lamborghini Huracan

Lamborghini Huracan

Lamborghini’s new “entry-level” supercar, the Huracán, picks up where the exotic Gallardo left off. Its angular design manages to be both severe and elegant, and its stealth fighter–like cockpit is as luxurious as it is intense. Nestled behind the passengers is a 602-hp V-10 mated to a seven-speed dual-clutch automated gearbox (sorry, no manual transmission is offered) and all-wheel drive, helping Lambo’s new bull accelerate from 0–60 mph in just under three seconds, and a top speed of 202 mph.

Specifications

VEHICLE TYPE: mid-engine, 4-wheel-drive, 2-passenger, 2-door coupe

PRICE AS TESTED: $256,745* (base price: $241,945)

ENGINE TYPE: DOHC 40-valve V-10, aluminum block and heads, port and direct fuel injection

DISPLACEMENT: 318 cu in, 5204 cc
Power: 602 hp @ 8250 rpm
Torque: 413 lb-ft @ 6500 rpm

TRANSMISSION:7-speed dual-clutch automatic with manual shifting mode

DIMENSIONS:
Wheelbase: 103.1 in
Length: 175.6 in
Width: 75.7 in Height:45.9 in
Curb weight: 3423 lb

C/D TEST RESULTS:
Zero to 60 mph: 2.5 sec
Zero to 100 mph: 5.7 sec
Zero to 150 mph: 13.3 sec
Street start, 5-60 mph: 3.2 sec
Top gear, 30-50 mph: 1.9 sec
Top gear, 50-70 mph: 2.0 sec
Standing ¼-mile: 10.4 sec @ 135 mph
Top speed (redline ltd, mfr's claim): 202 mph
Braking, 70-0 mph: 144 ft
Roadholding, 300-ft-dia skidpad: 1.01 g

FUEL ECONOMY:
EPA city/highway: 14/20 mpg

You may know the Nardò Ring as the 7.8-mile asphalt track where the world’s automakers take their top-speed vacations. A traffic-free circular autobahn in the heel of Italy’s boot, the Porsche-owned test track is banked such that you can take your hands off any car’s steering wheel at 149 mph in the outer lane. It’s one of the few places on the planet where Lamborghini’s new 10-cylinder wedge, the Huracán, could prove to us how aerodynamically sound it is approaching its claimed top speed of 202 mph.

We say “could” because the ring is off-limits today. Instead, we’re rifling through Nardò’s other treasure, a 3.9-mile squiggle of asphalt known only as the handling track. Wide enough to field a NASCAR race and technical enough for a Grand Prix, it merits a more pretentious name, so we’ll give it one.

Circuito Internationale Nardò, as we’ll call it, is 16 corners of sweepers, hairpins, and flyers that make it a perfect place to inspect Lamborghini’s new runt and its 602-hp, anything-but-runty V-10. Halfway around the track, you crest a small rise that reveals a heart-stopping panorama stretching to the horizon. The land falls all the way to the Ionian Sea, creating the illusion that a wrong move could send the Huracán sliding nearly two miles into the drink.

A car with this much drama and this much speed doesn’t let your pulse rest for long. The Huracán corners flat, grips doggedly, and blitzes out of bends. But it keeps your heart rate from fully redlining by being just as precise and predictable as it is explosive. There’s more understeer in this four-wheel-drive Huracán than elsewhere in the mid-engine stratum, but it’s hardly the frightening push of some past Lambos. Trail the brakes or lift in a corner and the aluminum-and-carbon-fiber space frame willingly changes direction. The brakes bite ­progressively, with some of the best modulation we’ve experienced from carbon-ceramic discs. Pirelli P Zero rubber sinks claws into the pavement to produce ­cornering grip of 1.01 g’s and a 70-to-0-mph stopping distance of just 144 feet. The seven-speed dual-clutch automatic, Lam­bor­ghini’s first such transmission, executes ruthless, premeditated gear­changes. You don’t miss turbochargers when you have 10 ­cylinders inflating a torque curve to such a healthy level, either.

Lamborghinis once had a reputation for being fast in a straight line and clunky in corners. This car is fast everywhere, though our test gear confirmed that this Huracán is freakishly quick in a straight line. We ripped to 60 mph in 2.5 seconds and burst through the quarter-mile in 10.4 seconds at 135 mph. Forget the comparable Ferraris and McLarens—they’re eating the Huracán’s dust. In fact, the little Lambo even knocks off the Porsche 911 Turbo S, a computerized acceleration kill-bot and another bright satellite in the VW universe. This thing is Veyron quick.

But the real drama lies closer to home as the Huracán, base price of $241,945, beats the $404,195 Lamborghini Aventador in the critical acceleration measures by a half-second. You still have to buy the expensive one, however, if you want doors that open up rather than out. Seems worth it, no?

Our Huracán demands a break after 55 miles of Nardò’s handling track. The water-temperature needle nips at the red, and the digital instrument cluster begs us to have mercy on the transmission. When a cool-down lap yields no relief, we pit. The 5.2-liter decachord behind the seats snorts steam through its air intakes and the slatted engine cover, enveloping the rear half of the car in a sweet-smelling ethylene-glycol fog.

The popular story line holds that the newest bulls mark a monumental shift for Lamborghini and its relationship with Audi; that the Germans have gone down to where the wild things are and tamed one and made it their own. The blown coolant hose is only the first indication that this Lamborghini is still very much Italian.

Another Huracán—color-matched and identically equipped for just such a contingency—appears for us just as our allotted track time expires. We head south, following the sapphire sea where it laps postcard beaches, the wild, natural beauty a stark contrast to ugly clusters of seemingly abandoned, half-finished homes. The construction is largely unpermitted, says Lambo press boss Raffaello Porro, with structures built in phases as the owners accrue the necessary funds. Scrappy, rules-be-damned solipsism is emblematic of the “mental anarchy and individuality of Italians,” he says.

Was he talking about houses or Lamborghinis? Even as Sant’Agata explores refinement and subtlety with Audi’s cash, the Huracán is still all angles and ostentation, a 10-cylinder thunderhead crackling across the landscape with snap-bang upshifts, extravagant ergonomics, and superlegal capabilities. It’s still loud, fast, and violent. It’s still anarchy.

Italian individualism explains how Ferrari can reside just 25 miles away and develop radically different answers to the same questions. The Huracán doesn’t have the finesse of a 458 Italia, but then the Ferrari doesn’t have the Lamborghini’s outsized personality.

While Audi’s four rings are cast into the suspension members, the Lamborghini has far less compliance than an R8. As with the Aventador, the Huracán’s suspension travel feels as if it’s measured in a scant few millimeters. Holding the weight to just 3423 pounds means our test car was light on optional equipment; no magnetorheological dampers to smooth the swells in the road. Limestone brick roads such as those in the quaint medieval downtown of Gallipoli are hard on the car and harder on the driver. The fixed-back, carbon-shell sport seat (a late-availability option in the U.S.) forces you into an upright position that suggests the seat is perched higher than it is. The navigation and audio equipment is Audi MMI–spec, but the display is rendered at half the usual size and plopped in the lower-right corner of the digital instrument cluster, making it difficult to read.

The biggest nod to sensibility is the new dual-clutch transmission. You already know it as the S tronic gearbox in the Audi R8, but here it’s called Lamborghini Doppia Frizione. When the Aventador arrived in 2012, Lamborghini touted its antiquated single-clutch transmission as “the world’s most emotional gear shift,” a rosy euphemism for gaping torque holes, abrupt shifts, and erratic low-speed behavior.

The dual-clutch cures all that, juggling seven closely spaced ratios with flawless logic. As you toggle the steering-wheel-mounted “ANIMA,” or mode selector, from strada to sport, gearchanges quicken and intensify until, in corsa mode, full-throttle upshifts cause your head to bounce off the seatback. The engine’s timbre gets angrier and the steering grows heavy. Launch control ratchets the V-10 to 4200 rpm before ruthlessly dropping the clutch. The Huracán will upshift automatically at redline, but not before running into the limiter for a fraction of a second. Using the paddles to call for earlier shifts knocks a tenth, sometimes two tenths, off the figures.

That’s a reassuring feeling—the notion that Lamborghini might favor a brutal shift over a faster one. It’s confirmation that the company hasn’t lost sight of what sets it apart: a touch of rawness. Spectacular as they are, the Ferrari 458 Italia and McLaren 650S don’t need to be copied. The fewer concessions to drivability found in the Huracán’s katana-sharp handling, scorching acceleration, and—since we’re obliged to take Lamborghini’s word for it—202-mph top speed only make the car that much more alive.