After spending a quiet night in the garage of our rented duplex, (which is worth less than the sum of the vehicles in the garage) I cracked open the door to make sure the orange monster was still in there. Upon opening it, I got a strong smell of the finest Italian leather that money could buy.
Apparently, I left the windows down on the Lamborghini, and the rich aromatic odor of the leather interior managed to change the way the entire garage smelled. Unfortunately, it didn’t last much longer after I closed the windows. Either way, it was a pleasant way to start the day. A passing thought entered my head: “I could get used to this…”
With the car show only a day away, and check-in being at 7am, I made time after work to take the car for a fresh hand-wash. Obviously (to most) among many other makes, this isn’t the type of car that would survive an automated wash with much success.
I’m excited to get home, wait for traffic to die down and safely get the car to the local self-wash. Even at 8pm, the entire journey was full of thumbs ups, and remarks like “wanna trade,” “are you like rich, bro?”and “how much was it?”
I begin to to understand more comprehensively, as to why exotic car owners never drive these types of cars around El Paso. I felt as if the car was enough motivation to turn a regular person into a full-blown carjacker. The fear was real, so I quickly washed the car and returned home.
Upon pulling into my driveway, an unknown truck pulls in right behind me, blocking me from leaving (if I wanted to). I get out of the vehicle and the Texas in me kicks in, as I begin to think about “gettin’ my gun.”
The truck door opens, and out steps one of the largest, most muscular dudes I’ve ever seen outside of a gym or nightclub.
Distress enters my mind until he puts his hands up and says “nah bro, I just want to take a few pictures.” I could have thought of a better way for him to approach, but at this time I am just happy that I’m not breathing through a tube.
He asked every question that I mentioned in both parts of this article, and several more before a crowd begins to gather and I insist on hiding the car.
The car show came, and our security detail guarded the cars all day. He was scoffed at by everyone that wanted to pose with the cars, especially photographers that had a personal model entourage. The cars were sectioned off with barriers, and for good reason.
Afterward, we took the cars out of the civic center and headed home — yet another annoying task with cars pacing us dangerously on the interstate, just to snap a few photos.
People slowing down when they saw the car at a stoplight, missing their green lights, even a child and her grandmother stopped playing hopscotch to point in amazement. Perhaps in another setting, this car would be more enjoyable, but in the world we call El Paso, the citizens just aren’t ready for exotic cars.
Ultimately, the owner sold the car because it did not perform as it was advertised to him. At one of our club’s private track days, he brought it out to run among other high-line exotics and really push the performance factors of the car on the track.
While the car was fast, the massive brakes would heat up too quickly, and the oil temperatures began to rise until finally it completely depressurized, dumping all of its contents onto the surface during a hot lap.
The car had to be towed off the track, and sent to Scottsdale — to replace a hose. An entire track day ruined by a failed hose, in a six-figure supercar. This was the deciding factor for the owner to do what most Gallardo owners do after they unload their car — buy a Murcielago (the bigger, faster, far more expensive Lamborghini).
In short, the problem with the Gallardo (or possibly any Lamborghini) is that it seems to be built more for the automotive enthusiast that is interested in attention, more than performance, reliability or drive-ability.
On several occasions, other Gallardos in our group will always get the most attention out of a gas stop on a group drive (but always break).
Spectators never see the 911 Turbo, GT3, or McLaren — they get tunnel vision on the Lamborghini, which ironically is exactly how the owners see from the inside of one, out.
To read Part One, Click -> HERE