The donkeys don’t like it that’s for sure. Seriously, the mules on the farm are quite upset by the four tailpipes of the Huracan. God knows what the chairman of the parish council thinks – I will never get in the cricket team now.

The slightest application of right foot sends the Lamborghini into an orgasmic overture. It’s quite silly but then this isn’t a car for shy, retiring types.

If I chucked you the keys to the Huracan I can also guarantee you wouldn’t have a clue how to use the push button gear system, select neutral or even locate the window openers.

The indicators are on the front of the steering wheel and buttons you want to press down are actually designed to be lifted up.

Nothing about this car is normal and I haven’t even driven it yet. I suspect it’s going to make me giggle and worry about my license.

More tomorrow when I’ve found the door handle…