[Ed.'s Note: Welcome Bryce Womeldurf into the Hooniverse. Mr. Womeldurf is a young man from Florida who wants to share his love of all things automotive with you. Say hello...]
For many years, I’ve wanted to see a Lamborghini Countach up close. This car is part of the reason why I’m obsessed with cars today. A trendsetter in style, form, and (dis)function, it was a common sight on my wall and on the wall of most every other car-crazed child of the 80’s. None of the design language or door opening gimmicks mattered to me back then. I didn’t know who Gandini was or how impractical his creation was to drive.
All I knew… was that it looked awesome.
Seeing this legend in the metal, however, has been a real trick. Despite a production run of nearly two decades, Lamborghini allegedly only produced 2,042 of these. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to see a Countach this close, and even less sure I’d see one outdoors, within touching distance. The juxtaposition of it and the kids around it wearing retro-style ‘80s shades was too fitting.
This particular car is a 25th Anniversary model, which celebrated 25 years of Lamborghini’s production run of cars. Originally, it was to be the Diablo that would celebrate this, but none of its prototypes were ready at the time. This version is known among purists as being the worst looking version of the Countach, due to the 80’s-gasm of non-functional strakes and vents. In silver or red, this version is pretty hideous, but in black it hides the ostentatiousness, while not loosing the ferocity that defines the Countach’s style. Believe it or not, this version was designed by Horacio Pagani of hypercar Zonda fame. I guess they can’t all be Zondas. Even still, it’s got to be nice to be able to say that you’ve had a hand in a special edition of a supercar that is an icon of the ‘80s and frequently ranks within the top ten of the world’s greatest cars.
In May, I attended a Festival of Speed event near Orlando, Florida with the intention of shooting the whole show, and I did. Alog the way, however, I kept finding myself coming back to the Countach and I decided it needed some extra attention. It’s one of those special cars that I could photograph over and over and never tire of looking for new angles from which to capture it.
It’s much shorter than you would imagine, only rising to about waist high. I was unable to sit in it, but from standing next to it, I imagine it’s more like lying than sitting. The aesthetics of the car definitely hold up to, and even exceed how well I thought it would look. From the outrageous fender flares, to the classic multi-piece OZ phone dial wheels, and to the curvature of the body and it’s signature NACA ducts. Some people say “don’t meet your idols” but, in the automotive sense, I’d very much encourage it.