2016 Lamborghini Aventador LP750-4 Superveloce Review The Lamborghini Aventador Superveloce has no carpet, sound deadening, USB ports, Bluetooth phone pairing, cruise control, nor any warning labels. And sometimes—like whenever its cooling fans operate—it produces mechanical noises no car this costly should make. It approaches its mission with the same subtlety Donald Trump employs when talking immigration.
In other words, it makes no apologies for being what it is: A brazen exotic made for those who enjoy center stage and have the resources to ensure they remain there. Did we mention it starts at $497,895?
We spent a total of 70 hours with the SV. In that time it defined itself as the Big Italian Cheese that Lamborghini wants it to be. It is brash, unreserved, and charismatic, yet also very well-made and seemingly indifferent to a sound flogging. Aesthetically, it manages to be both ghastly and gorgeous. We want its phone number, badly, and we don’t want anyone to know about it.
The Superveloce, a lightened and more powerful version of the four-year-old Aventador, is a very fine piece of gratuitousness indeed. It was created as much for shock value as for driving reward. If the standard Aventador leverages the corporate paradigm shift that began with the Murciélago back in 2001, then the SV yanks at it with a composite crowbar.
Unsurprisingly, it’s strikingly rapid. It will kiss 60 mph from a standstill in 2.7 seconds, storm the quarter-mile in 10.5 seconds at 136 mph, and stop from 70 mph in 147 feet. It generates 1.04 g’s around the skidpad and never acts as if it’s working to perform any of these feats. It didn’t once hint that it wanted to kill us, either.
2016 Lamborghini Aventador LP750-4 Superveloce Interior
Don’t misunderstand; it is not perfect. With Lamborghinis, particularly special models like this one, the line between glory and absurdity is a fine one, pocked with compromise. But even an imperfect Lamborghini is a savage machine capable of inducing equal parts giddiness and disbelief. It produced the latter quite violently, even terrifyingly, by spinning all four tires on dry, clean pavement only blocks from our quiet, suburban home. But a car like this shouldn’t be driven with the fear of what might happen. It should be driven because of it.
At 3868 pounds, the SV carries 217 less pounds than the last standard Aventador we weighed. The engine cover, wing, air intakes, door panels, rear diffuser, and seat shells are all carbon fiber.
For the Superveloce, the big change to the Aventador’s 6.5-liter V-12 is a freer-flowing exhaust. In combination with fresh calibrations for its variable valve timing and variable intake system, output climbs to 740 horsepower, up from the base car’s 691. Peak power is achieved 100 rpm below redline at a shrill 8400 revs. Torque remains 509 pound-feet at 5500 rpm.
That it is powerful is without doubt. That its power alone justifies its price is somewhat less clear. On mountain roads that were only semi-familiar, the Aventador’s usability wasn’t as impressive as that of some less-pricey equipment. In fact, the superior grunt of a Chevy Corvette Z06 is more effective on roads with blind corners where maximizing entry speed is neither prudent nor possible. On a racetrack, where that concern vanishes, this drawback would disappear more rapidly than fuel from the SV’s tank.
But not a single gas-station spectator will care or even attempt to understand such nuance. What they will notice is its size. There’s a lot of Lamborghini here. Despite sharing its 106.3-inch wheelbase with the Honda Civic, the SV’s low, wide proportions—and its massive overhangs—make it appear huge. It is wide. The same width, in fact, as a standard Ford F-250 pickup.
2016 Lamborghini Aventador LP750-4 Superveloce Features
All of which, in combination with its shape and overall visibility, makes it a difficult machine to place on the road. City driving is attended by the constant fear of gnarfing one of its forged wheels on a hidden curb. On the open road, however, the view over the low hood is vast and the countryside flies by in uninterrupted majesty.
This, naturally, makes you want to drive it right to the icy, unforgiving limit. Its feedback, though, might give you other ideas. In practice, the steering is moderately weighted but lacks the granular feedback of the best systems—think Porsche Cayman. The SV’s new electric power assist works with a variable-ratio mechanism in the column. The limits, especially as speed climbs, are high and press for more commitment. But their fuzzy edges diminish confidence.
What the Superveloce will not do, largely because its rear Pirelli P Zero Corsas are nearly four inches wider than its fronts, is oversteer. Barring senseless acts of pedal abuse, the rear tracks devoutly behind the front. And its single-clutch, seven-speed automated-manual transmission feels, well, old. The long gaps between gears in strada mode are as unnatural as they are out of character in a car this focused. Of course, switching to one of the other two modes (sport or corsa) increases shift speed, punches up throttle response, and stiffens the SV’s new magnetorheological dampers. Full-throttle shifts in corsa snap through the cabin with enough force to visibly unnerve Aventador SV virgins.
So effective are the SV’s standard carbon-ceramic brakes that stopping from 180 mph is like braking from freeway speeds in a Mazda MX-5 Miata. Inside, the base Aventador’s design remains largely the same—minus some leather. It’s a bare-carbon experience on the doors, tunnel, and floor. An all-new and all-yellow instrument cluster displays gears and engine speed most prominently.
The carbon shell-type seats lack anything resembling compliance, are too low for those of average build, and offer neither height nor seatback-angle adjustments. Your author sat on a booster cushion behind the wheel so that his ass—like his self-worth—was artificially elevated.
On the scale of grand driving tools, the Aventador ranks high. It is stupid fast, has world-class brakes, and makes fantastic grip. Its somewhat-elusive limits, however, keep it from rivaling the world’s most rewarding driver’s cars. Still, the Superveloce is special. It is a car unencumbered by ubiquity, order, or anything resembling normalcy. It is, in other words, a Lambo.