Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera

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My life’s goal has just been redefined.

Ever since it was launched, I’ve been a great admirer of the Lamborghini Gallardo’s style. No, scratch that — I’ve lusted after it. Drooled over it. Just wished I were so rich I could afford one. For me, it’s the embodiment of childhood visions of the perfect supercar; visions inspired primarily by videogames and wild imaginations. It’s... just... perfect.

Or, at least, I thought it was. I now realise that perfection is, in fact, the Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera (that’s “superlight” to you and me). By god, it’s beautiful. Seriously, it’s a wet dream of a car. To think I used to dream of owning a Ford Capri Laser when I was 14 — I even had a piece of Capri-based GCSE artwork showcased at county level once — I clearly wasn’t aiming high enough.

Seriously though, it’s nice to dream, but I can be pretty sure that cars like this will always be beyond my reach. At least in terms of ownership. I can also be pretty certain that requests for a test-drive will be laughed away. So... the only other option must be a track experience. Having already spent £169 of my hard-earned on a frustrating 20 minutes or so in a single-seater, I’m now wary of such packages. I know they’re not great value for money. But if I saw a Gallardo experience... could I resist the temptation? I doubt it. Maybe once I’m done buying this house... :)

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