I’ve answered the NHS’s plea for volunteers, so there’s the amusing prospect of delivering an isolated pensioner’s lunch via spacecraft. Trips to the supermarket and back to Haymarket HQ to grab a monitor have also shown just how docile the Huracán can be, although over-the-shoulder visibility is typically poor on the off-side. The main takeaway is that this car is pretty easy to meander about in. 

For now, this stranded supercar sits largely dormant (on the far side of my street, where the parking bays are six inches wider), functioning as an unexpected and outrageous boredom-breaker for the children (and adults) who pass it by. Needless to say, it’s breaking the two-metre rule all the time. 

27 May 2020: Flat grey isn’t the most mesmerising colour for a Lamborghini, but this primer-esque hue actually chimes pretty well with the RWD’s ‘back-to-basics’ status in the Huracán Evo line-up. I realise how ridiculous that sounds because this car is anything but basic – something that becomes apparent when, after five painful weeks, you go to wash the coat of sap and dust from its body.

The foam highlights all the mad, kaleidoscopic angles, channels and nooks. Direct the spray six inches to the left of the exhaust tips, for example, and you’re hitting the mammoth rear tyres, which are exposed through the rear bodywork. Like the Ferrari F50 and McLaren 675LT, the Huracán is partly open-worked at the back, and you have to get close to see how spectacular it all is.

24 June 2020: Good times. Our industry is mobilising again and we’re starting to test cars in the UK for the first time in what feels like years. 

Of course, this also means that all the various cars stranded with Autocar when lockdown was announced must now return to their manufacturer. All except our dear Lambo.

No, not theft. We’re simply going to run this flat-grey example for a while longer to uncover precisely how inconvenient, fabulous, stupid, thrilling or otherwise the reality is when it comes to deploying Lamborghini’s V10-engined and most attainable supercar on a daily basis.

I’ll admit, it’s a question almost nobody is seriously asking, but if you had the means, you would at least entertain the idea of doing something this absurd, wouldn’t you? Andrew Frankel did. Last year, he ran a lovely McLaren 720S. Between smash-and-grab trips to Geneva, laps of Silverstone circuit and shadowing Eurofighter Typhoons on the Mach Loop, it demonstrated just how rounded and usable some supercars have become despite their performance figures having gone irreversibly stratospheric.