1. Lamborghini Huracán Sterrato
This is our winner: a rally-spec Huracán. It makes zero sense on paper. It’s got 30 fewer horsepower than its cousins. It’s heavier, tipping scales at 3,300 pounds. It’s slower—3.4 to 60. Its top speed is 25 mph less than the STO, only 162 mph.
Driving it, there’s no rearward visibility, thanks to the snorkel plucked from the STO, so reversing requires camera reliance and a prayer. Our recent loaner had a roof-mounted full-size tire, which added drag and cabin noise on the highway. At current gas prices, and the Sterrato’s laughable MPG, driving hard costs $1.10 per minute. (Though wise words once shared by a wealthy car collector ring true: “If you think you can’t afford it, you definitely can’t afford it.)
Creature comforts? Pffsh. The sole cupholder is a joke; you can’t fit a large coffee in there.
There’s a radio with fancy speakers that you’ll never switch on. There’s no tactile volume button, anyway. You need two screen taps and one drag to increase your GPS volume. Of course, no storage. The tiny frunk resists large backpacks.
None of that matters. Because look at this thing. It belongs on bedroom posters.
In the Huracán Sterrato, you don’t need coffee, storage, or to know what’s behind you. Che importa?
Blow off work deadlines to rip around town, playing supercar taxi to giddy kids (and giddier parents). Startle your neighbors with crackling downshifts as you whiz by. Use Sport mode, for the louder exhaust, and chortle when a friend a half-mile away texts: “Is that the Lambo I hear from my office?!” Deal with the police, called after that engine roar wakes a sleeping baby. Become a hero to all teenage boys in your area. All of this will make you smile. This is supercar life.
The conceit is simple: what if Lambo made a rally car? Jack it up 1.7 inches, stretch the wheelbase 0.3 inches, give it beefy, purpose-made all-terrain Bridgestone tires, add some plastic body panels so rocks and debris aren’t chipping paint, toss in some rally drivetrain software—derived from the Urus—that lets the back step out under aggressive acceleration, and there you go.
Owners won’t rally this—though they should; we can attest from sampling the Sterrato on a rally course. But this is the ideal daily Huracan; one that glides over pockmarked local streets without a constant sheen of sweat on your brow. There are no worries you’re going to crack a pricy carbon splitter or pop a sidewall on a low-profile tire. Aluminum underbody panels offer extra protection from scrapes and bumps, too.
It can hang when pushed. There’s little difference in the on-road dynamics from the base Huracan, the EVO, or the RWD variants we’ve tried. Point, shoot, and repeat. In Sport mode, the stability control allows for a hint of sliding, and it’s a blast to feel a hint of oversteer on a highway offramp if you’re cooking it. Money can buy happiness; you just need about $380,000 to get this driveable meme.
The Sterrato is the best Huracán because it’s everything an Italian supercar should be: crazy, a little impractical, blindingly quick, and never dull.