The nice thing about driving a Countach at night is that the outward visibility doesn’t change much. The tough thing about driving this particular Countach is that the clutch was on the way out. The publicity stunt was perplexing, because in the Venn diagram of people who can afford Lamborghinis and people who are into Justin Bieber, the overlap consists of Justin Bieber. The cops bought my story about our scooter-riding friend, and we pulled up to the velvet rope looking like time travelers. Up at the house, a crowd of beautiful people surrounded a draped car.
- But when you roll up to a Lamborghini party in a 1988 Countach 5000 Quattrovalvole, the gatekeepers demand no supplication.
- With the roofline at 42 inches, the Countach is about as tall as a five-year-old but demands more attention.
- It’s not just an ego car. It’s the definitive ego car.
“As we idled past the crowd, a guy with an Italian accent yelled, “Now that’s what a V-12 should sound like!” and Bell obligingly blipped the throttle. There was a pop star up by the pool, but the rock star was on its way back to the garage.”