Going to Cars and Coffee in an Aventador
Bleary eyed and nauseous, I woke up to an alarm chirping long before sunrise. For a moment, my knotted stomach teetered on the brink of convulsion as I drew deep, slow breaths. The sick feeling started to fade and I swore never to smoke cigars and sip scotch again. So it was a normal Sunday.
Standing up out of bed and jammed fists into my eyes, regretting my choice to sleep with contact lenses still in, I stumbled to the bathroom and started a shower while wondering why the hell I was up so early in the first place.
Then it all came flooding back. This was a special Sunday because instead of rifling through an AutoGuide review over a cup of reconstituted orange juice, I was scheduled to attend a cars and coffee event with the Aventador I somehow hoodwinked Lamborghini into lending me for the weekend.
I had no idea what to expect, but this is what I learned that morning.