Thrice recently in my travels around the west metro area of our fair city – which is to say the Minneapolis suburbs – I noticed the same Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder. I have no idea if it was a 2013 or a 2006 model. Like most modern Lambos that aren’t yellow or orange, it’s black with a black interior. By the prolonged farty braps squirting from the tailpipes on upshifts, I noted the presence of an automatic transmission a flappy-paddle gearbox. All I can tell you about the occupants is there was a guy driving and a blonde woman in the passenger seat.
Thrice I saw this car and thought, “Who cares?” Continue reading