DRIVING
The Clarkson Review: Lamborghini Aventador
It’s a rock star on the edge of extinction — but still makes a thrilling racket
The Sunday Times
I look sometimes at people walking their four-square, meaty-shouldered bull terrier attack dogs and think, “What on earth possessed you to buy that?” Because surely you must know that sooner or later it will eat a neighbour’s face.
It’s not like the dog enthusiast faces a limited choice. He — and when it comes to attack dogs it’s always a “he” — could have an Old English sheepdog, or a dalmatian or a labrador. But he thinks, “No, what I want is a furry unexploded bomb that will, at some point, explode into a violent frenzy.”
I wonder. If Michael Crichton’s theory on squeezing the blood from mosquitoes that have been encased in amber for tens of millions of years was correct and it really
