columnist | April 12, 2019 | Madam Wheels
LONG before I heard the sound I saw the flashing lights in my rear-view, catching me quickly on the freeway. My first reaction was to check my speed: 112km/h. That should be OK, shouldn’t it? No-one gets booked for doing 2km/h over the limit on a freeway. Even so, paranoia and a guilty conscience kicked in and I eased off slightly; my speed fell to 108.
Then the sound: an engine, and a big one at that, working hard.
The sound and the lights went past me together as if I were standing still, and I registered that the car was a Lamborghini Aventador – I recognised it because it’s the same model as my former financial adviser drives. Up-close the lights looked like an electronic insect zapper, flashing beneath the car and illuminating the road around it as it flew past.
It was visually arresting (and I imagine the driver was arrested in a different way not much further on up the road) but you have to wonder what kind of person spends upwards of $850,000 on a car and then decks it out like a kid’s Blue Light Disco.