Declaration; I’d ruddy love a Lamborghini….

But… I’m sat here, comfortably parked up outside Selfridges (Oxford street) in my 1.4tsi Yeti, whilst some loon seems to be treating the 300m long ‘one way system’ roads as his own private race track.

A very short. Very slow. Traffic filled race track.

He’s literally gunning it for, ooh, 15 m then slamming on the brakes.

I’ve been parked here for about 25 min. He’s done 3 laps.

I could walk it quicker.

I DO get the fact that lovely things are lovely!

But it’s not like he’s getting lots of admiring looks.. Rather the opposite..

And it’s not like he’s getting anywhere fast

And I really can’t imagine it’s that nice a place to be chug chug chugging forward a few inches at a time in London traffic!!

I guess like a supercar in central London, there’s No real point to this thread… Just an observation!!

DrP

Probs on the verge of over heating by now

Are mumsnet infiltrating us again?

Or do we just need an acronym dictionary now…?

to be fair, ATGNI had has a reference of bikers for as long as I can remember!!

DrP

Dunno about ATGNI (yes, that has been around forever), but supercars are pointless in London – they’re just “ooh look how much money i have to waste” ****.

Bright yellow SV?

maaaaaaaaaattttee 😏

Could have been worse, could have been a Veyron!

You could apply this rationale to any powerful car in the uk, traffic everywhere , but yes a lambo in London does seem apex pointless

If you’re going to t1t about with an overpriced machine in London, get a colnago ! At least you’d be healthier and not kill the planet

Where’s the video of the Lambo – I think –  over heating and catching fire ?

Or the one who hits a car coming from a side street as the car pulls out not realising the lambo is about to gun it

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There’s an excellent place for espresso just to the right of that image, at Piccolo. Also, my wallet and cufflinks box come from a shop even closer to the picture, at Pickett.

Either way, the amount of utter ends of bell who ship cars to London for the summer, is one thing I REALLY don’t miss about living in SW1.

There was a white one in Penrith the other weekend, a wee bit out of place amongst the MseriesBMWs and AMG Mercs😔

Videos

Lotus Esprit outside my pub tonight, driven sensibly. Hardly a surprise to find more class in Cambridge than that stinking cesspit London mind. 😀

A yellow convertable Lambo caught fire whist queuing (up the hill) to leave Bondi-beach a couple of years ago.  We were walking home and could smell the clutch long before you could see the smoke (or the crowd of people pointing and laughing)

It isn’t the Supercars you need to keep an eye out for in London, it’s the retards in A5’s.

OK, I can sort of get having a £200k penis extension in London.

What I really don’t get is blasting about on the gloriously smooth and racetrack like streets of sunny Dumfries* in one…

*No idea who it belongs to. Someone local who doesn’t give a shit about people trying to sleep given their antics over the last month or so 😡

Supercars in London are a big problem, nobody knows what to do about it. It’s a symptom of London being the safe haven of choice for corrupt Arabs and Russians to stash their cash.

Parked up outside Selfridges huh…… I’m more amazed that anyone drives into London to do that 😉

It’s a universal phenomenon – we were following a new Audi R8 through Dore in Sheffield about a year ago and the driver was blasting up to traffic well above the speed limit, slamming the brakes on then booting off again. The smell of clutch was horrific.

If you go to the right quiet roads in Belgravia you can watch them get some actual speed up on the large garden-roundabouts  and wide streets.

Regents Park inner circle is also good fun when the Arabs all come over at the start of summer

#lapsnotlanes

After Ride London last year a mate and i rode a bit away from the end on the Mall and found a quieter bar with some seats opposite a posh casino, a couple of Arab gents, on with a matt black Range Rover and the other with a gold wrapped Lambo just pulled up and left them on the double yellows and then after about an hour came out and were just parading up and down the road.

Funny thing was as we left on the bikes, we turned corner and the road had speed humps, the Lambo was following us out and we could ride around the bumps, whilst he kept accelerating hard, stopping at next hump at 5mph, then repeat getting more and more wound up that we were faster long the road than him on bikes

It is hilarious to see. Ticks a few boxes, of “oh, *that’s* what the latest Lamborghini looks like in the flesh”, but otherwise it just makes you laugh as they race up to the red lights, rev a lot, race off… and get beaten to the next lights by a Fiat 500.

I found it more amusing 10 years ago when more supercars still had clutches. You’d hear, from 2 streets away, this V12 being started up, big noise, rev rev rev…. and stall. Pause, started up again, big noise…. stall. Longer pause, started up, rev REV REV REV… stall. By the time you’d walked towards it, you could see it was a Murcielago or similar, and the driver was simply trying to pull it out of a parking space, but couldn’t work the clutch…

I used to take a McLaren P1 out for a spin up and down Old St, down Barbican, along embankment to Limehouse then to the Appt, then down either A13 or A2 then back.. hilarious? No not in the slightest. You get all manner of arseholes wanting to race you, or barge in in front or behind or slam brake you.. frankly it’s frightening.

It was my mates who was working away a lot, done 2900miles and I did probably 500 of them just driving the thing to make sure it still ran..

Wide low cars are for morons, and yeah my mate can be a moron at times.

He sold it, I had to hand over the keys to some proper rough burley Russian  chaps who looked like they ate hamsters for breakfast (whole) and spat out rivets.

Hilarious as they pulled up in a shonky Merc low loader, phoned the Appt and all I saw on the camera was the inside of one of the guys nostrils 😜

Called my mate, said “oi, two Russians in combats and no chins have turned up” “yeah, make sure ones called Vlad before you hand the keys over”

Like, yeah… what Russian isn’t called Vlad???? 🤔👅

Anyway, 3 scrapes and an exhaust dent later and it was on the shonky Merc… this bright silver super car on the back of something that looked like it might collapse 🔥☄️🍆👌

We were sitting in a posh Parisian cafe right opposite Cartier when a Bugatti Veyron special edition, value over £1 million, pulled up and parked on the “livraisons” spot. That’s “deliveries”. The driver, a fit-looking young mixed-race guy who we thought looked like a professional cheese-roller, got out and sauntered across to Cartier then emerged ten minutes later with a small package, got in the Veyron and drove off quietly. My son was wetting himself over the car. Seconds later a knackered old Toyota pulled into the same spot and out jumped four really rough looking East Europeans who lumbered off down the street and seconds after they disappeared from sight a City of Paris tow-truck arrived in a hurry; the driver and his mate looking very keen indeed. The look of disappointment on their faces was palpable; they wandered around making a couple of phone calls then proceded to lift and tow the Toyota anyway. We didn’t stay to watch the return of the East Europeans but how we wished the tow truck had made it five minutes after they received the tip-off!  It would have made a great video for Youtube.

Can you spot yourself OP?