Lamborghini & Ferrari

By Gunnar Heinrich

GRANTED there are plenty of well healed AMEX holders who don’t have to choose just one.

But there really seems to be two distinct camps of driver. And two distinct kinds of car.

The Ferrari driver and the Lamborghini driver are every bit as unique a species of motoring animal as, say, the world’s BMW and Jaguar drivers. The differences are hard to pinpoint, exactly.

So, it’s best to look at it from the perspective of the product.

I read a quote some time back in one of the US rags that described Lamborghini and Ferrari (the cars) as women.

Warning: shameless chauvinism to follow.

The Ferrari, the owner said, was the woman you brought home to your parents. The Lamborghini was the slut that you- well – you get the idea.

As uncharitable as that comparison may seem for Lambo; there is a grain of truth to that.

Lamborghini is about image – first and foremost. Synonymous with the label “supercar,” the car’s visceral sex appeal is in its hot lines and hotter performance.

Ferrari’s prancing horses, on the other hand, are much more refined machines that sport a racing pedigree that extends back to the days when founder Enzo was driving Alfas around Italian courses. The sex is still there just packaged behind a more sophisticated veneer.

She’s great in bed and can hold a conversation over dinner.

The Lambo just wants to order room service with plenty of champagne….