Dear, Lamborghini

How I long for the day when I finally own you. Whether you’re a Gallardo or a Countach, a Miura or a Huracan. I know that you are about passion and flair. You’re about speed and drama. Your interiors are hand stitched by your Italian master craftsmen. You the Centenario were baked in an autoclave to create your carbon fiber body. Your doors, how they go up and impress everyone, except for the haters who smash your windshield. The windshield shall be repaired, and you’ll be back to carving up the canyons with your Aventador. How you created one of the world’s greatest car designers, Horacio Pagani, is no mystery. It was Enzo’s mistake to deny service to your founder, Ferrucio Lamborghini, as he defeated Enzo Ferrari, and created the 350gt. You’re the greatest Lamborghini and you always will be.

Love,

Joseph Bivens