Trent takes a first look at the new Lamborghini Urus SUV, in and around Rome.
Sick of Nespresso coffee pods at the racetrack, I divert from the road drive and pull into a small petrol station on a country road with a bar attached to it. I disappear inside, dispatch my coffee standing at the bar and reappear a few minutes later to find the Urus surrounded by locals.
They’re asking me a million questions in Italian. How many horses? What does it cost? Can I look at it? Can I sit in it? Can we take photos? I spend the next few minutes taking photos of them standing next to it, sitting in the driver’s seat, smiling like they’ve just had the best experience of their life.
“So do you like it?” I ask one of the guys standing a bit further back, admiring the front-end styling. He gives me that classical Italian shrug and raise of the eyebrows. “Like it? Of course I like it. It’s a Lamborghini,” he says with a smile.
