Automobili Lamborghini
I can honestly say with full conviction, that i am utterly dissapointed with Lamborghini's build quality.
I'm sure most of us are easily smitten by the apparent shock factor given by the raging bull when viewed from the outside, the shock factor for me was viewing it from the inside.
And I'm not talking about any Lamborghini either. I'm talking about the range topping, skirt popping Murcielago. A V12 monster with over 570bhp on tap, more torque than you'd ever need and viscous traction. I'm sure with all this in mind, you'd be thinking it'd take a monstrous looking Key to start this beast up.
You'd be wrong.
The key looks like it'd open a locker door. It's so fucking flimsy on both ends that the shock i got from grabbing the key, turned me off from even coming close to the Murci. Anyways, back to the key. The black, latex ridden keyfob was attached to an alarm system, which looked like my gate key. Click the disarm button, and the Murci chimes. I'm not fucking kidding.
The 1.8 million Ringgit supercar chimes like an LRT on steroids. "Next station...Masjid Jamek..."
And then as you slowly open the Amazingly heavy scissor-style door, you have to literally bend your body in a way not unlike the prisoners of war did during Hitler's occupation of Poland. That's just the beginning though. After the door is opened, you are literally dropped into a sea of leather *which to Lambo's credit, was very well done* with yellow stitching all over. Yes, it was an event to be inside the Murci, but that event was shortlived. Why, you ask?
Because there was nothing to treat your eyes to, on the whole bloody dashboard. It was an sparse and empty space. It was scattered with a few aircon buttons, which looked uncannily like it had come from a "Kedai Potong". Yes, some of you might argue that the central Metal Gate Gear lever takes precedence, but honestly, how often do you look at the gearstick when you're shifting anyways. Unless you hear a metal "Kraaang", you never look down there.
Anyways, I had decided to try and enclose myself in the Murci's cabin by pulling the door down. Erm. It doesn't budge. Fuck this thing's heavy. I had to have another mate help me from the outside. So embarassing. Imagine doing this in a hotel lobby, with onlookers giving you a dissaproving stare. LOL.
Anyways, after being in the murci for all of 5 minutes, i had decided to move on to the real reason for my presence there.
To view the baby Lamborghini.
The Gallardo.
The first thing i noticed was the Keyfob itself. I had a sense of familiarity grabbing hold of it. After a few seconds it hit me.
It's an Audi key. Not LIKE an Audi key. But an EXACT Audi key, just with a different badge. Instead of the regular four rings, you have a big bull on the bottom.
Oh well, at least this doesn't open a locker somewhere. As i unlocked the car, i was pleasantly surprised to find out that the LRT guy has left this car well alone. The car unlocks with a confident "click". Not unlike an Audi. The similarities don't end there though.
As I open the 'regular' door (no scissors here ladies and gentlemen, that's reserved for the Daddy) the odour secreted by the leather interior was yet again familiar. Ah...this is the Audi A6 isn't it...
Nope, a total lambo experience from the outside, but an undeniable Germanic emotion on the inside. Everything came from an Audi. The Aircon, the trip computer, the smell, the radio...the list goes on. However, one very important item still came from Modena.
The absolutely breathtaking 5.0 litre, 500 bhp, V10 engine.
As i twist the keyfob to a starting position, my whole body tingled with anticipation. A strange mechanical sound signalled the ignition. A second later all Ten cylinders roared itself into life. Marvellous. Fan-fucking-tastic. Ferraris do not sound this good at idle. Not even the Enzo.
As i sat there and soaked the whole experience (drawing a huge crowd at the same time), I realised one thing.
Why isn't it in my garage?
:)
I'm sure most of us are easily smitten by the apparent shock factor given by the raging bull when viewed from the outside, the shock factor for me was viewing it from the inside.
And I'm not talking about any Lamborghini either. I'm talking about the range topping, skirt popping Murcielago. A V12 monster with over 570bhp on tap, more torque than you'd ever need and viscous traction. I'm sure with all this in mind, you'd be thinking it'd take a monstrous looking Key to start this beast up.
You'd be wrong.
The key looks like it'd open a locker door. It's so fucking flimsy on both ends that the shock i got from grabbing the key, turned me off from even coming close to the Murci. Anyways, back to the key. The black, latex ridden keyfob was attached to an alarm system, which looked like my gate key. Click the disarm button, and the Murci chimes. I'm not fucking kidding.
The 1.8 million Ringgit supercar chimes like an LRT on steroids. "Next station...Masjid Jamek..."
And then as you slowly open the Amazingly heavy scissor-style door, you have to literally bend your body in a way not unlike the prisoners of war did during Hitler's occupation of Poland. That's just the beginning though. After the door is opened, you are literally dropped into a sea of leather *which to Lambo's credit, was very well done* with yellow stitching all over. Yes, it was an event to be inside the Murci, but that event was shortlived. Why, you ask?
Because there was nothing to treat your eyes to, on the whole bloody dashboard. It was an sparse and empty space. It was scattered with a few aircon buttons, which looked uncannily like it had come from a "Kedai Potong". Yes, some of you might argue that the central Metal Gate Gear lever takes precedence, but honestly, how often do you look at the gearstick when you're shifting anyways. Unless you hear a metal "Kraaang", you never look down there.
Anyways, I had decided to try and enclose myself in the Murci's cabin by pulling the door down. Erm. It doesn't budge. Fuck this thing's heavy. I had to have another mate help me from the outside. So embarassing. Imagine doing this in a hotel lobby, with onlookers giving you a dissaproving stare. LOL.
Anyways, after being in the murci for all of 5 minutes, i had decided to move on to the real reason for my presence there.
To view the baby Lamborghini.
The Gallardo.
The first thing i noticed was the Keyfob itself. I had a sense of familiarity grabbing hold of it. After a few seconds it hit me.
It's an Audi key. Not LIKE an Audi key. But an EXACT Audi key, just with a different badge. Instead of the regular four rings, you have a big bull on the bottom.
Oh well, at least this doesn't open a locker somewhere. As i unlocked the car, i was pleasantly surprised to find out that the LRT guy has left this car well alone. The car unlocks with a confident "click". Not unlike an Audi. The similarities don't end there though.
As I open the 'regular' door (no scissors here ladies and gentlemen, that's reserved for the Daddy) the odour secreted by the leather interior was yet again familiar. Ah...this is the Audi A6 isn't it...
Nope, a total lambo experience from the outside, but an undeniable Germanic emotion on the inside. Everything came from an Audi. The Aircon, the trip computer, the smell, the radio...the list goes on. However, one very important item still came from Modena.
The absolutely breathtaking 5.0 litre, 500 bhp, V10 engine.
As i twist the keyfob to a starting position, my whole body tingled with anticipation. A strange mechanical sound signalled the ignition. A second later all Ten cylinders roared itself into life. Marvellous. Fan-fucking-tastic. Ferraris do not sound this good at idle. Not even the Enzo.
As i sat there and soaked the whole experience (drawing a huge crowd at the same time), I realised one thing.
Why isn't it in my garage?
:)
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