Price (as tested) 💲: $273,177
Powertrain ⚙️: 5.2-liter V10
Output 💪: 601 hp/413 lb-ft of torque
Transmission 🕹: 7-Speed Dual-Clutch Automatic
0-60 MPH 🚦: 3.2 seconds
Top Speed 💥: 162 mph
MPG (as tested) ⛽️: TBA
Curb weight ⚖️: 3,450 lbs
The first time I went snorkling, I panicked.
I understood that wearing the mask enabled me to breathe with my face submerged in water.
Yet every time I broke the water’s surface to admire the reef’s colorful inhabitants, logic gave way to fear.
Was my mouth sealed on the tube properly?
Was I sure there wasn’t something blocking the passage?
Was that shadow a 20-foot Great White shark?
(PSA: Don’t watch JAWS on vacation)
Of course, I’d end up gulping down sea water, or fogging my goggles, or just losing my nerve mere seconds after plunging in.
After several minutes of what I’m sure looked like a boy learning how to swim in 4 feet of water, I finally started to believe that my gear wasn’t broken and I wasn’t about to drown.
I could at last enjoy the scene below, thinking less and less (then not at all) about how it was possible.
The Lamborghini Huracan Sterrato was another intro to snorkeling.
Despite the press briefings, releases, and engineering discussions, I couldn’t wrap my head around an all-terrain Huracan.
Through its myriad variants, the V10 supercar had only ever been a street or track warrior.
Therefore, when the driving instructor pointed me directly off the tarmac towards the open dirt and gravel surrounding Chuckwalla Raceway, I balked.
Every part of me screamed, “you’re about to break it!”
Then it slid around the first corner, vectoring torque perfectly at full throttle, emerging onto a straight decorated with whoops.
By some miracle, the car had survived, but surely this next section would damage something.
The Huracan Sterrato barreled over bumps while its rally suspension absorbed the punishment and its AWD system routed 601 horses through bespoke Bridgestone ATs.
I finally caught on.
Like trusting snorkel gear to channel air under water, I could trust the Sterrato to channel thrills onto dirt.
I could attack the hybrid rallycross/tarmac track without apprehension.
I could enjoy a Huracan in a completely new dimension.
Thank goodness, because misusing a $300,000 supercar is a much graver mistake than a $15 snorkel mask.