- Post is under moderationWhat I’m about to tell you is a good example of why you should never give up on a project. Back in the early ’80s a friend of mine had a sports car he wanted to get rid of. It was a #1967-Lamborghini-Miura . It had been pretty well thrashed and the engine needed a bit of work. Fortunately it had never been crashed, just used hard and put away wet. It was an extremely early car with wind-up windows and a wooden steering wheel.
the car also had a fascinating provenance. It had been bought new by the famous singer Dean Martin, the story goes that Martin bought it for his teenage son to drive to school. To the boy’s credit he never hit anything, but apparently he went over some speed bumps way too enthusiastically, cracked the sump, the oil drained out and you can imagine the rest.
My friend, a teacher at the time, picked up the car for next to nothing, hoping to repair it and put it back on the road. Reality set in when he realised it would cost more to fix than it was worth. In the early ’80s there was no internet and parts for a 15-year-old handmade Italian sports car were not easy to find.
Crazy as it sounds today, there was talk of swapping the V12 engine for a Chevy small-block. Don’t laugh. It was actually done in at least one case. Years later I even bought the blown #V12 engine from the Miura that the V8 was put into.
So the Miura sat in my friend’s garage, depression set in and he gave me the car. It was the first Miura I had seen in person. I’d seen them in Road & Track and read of #LJK-Setrights epic journeys across Europe in Car, but they just didn’t exist here. At least, not where I lived.
When we got it to my house, I did something I don’t think anyone would contemplate doing to a Miura today: I started restoring it myself. Remember, this was before I had my workshop and we were doing this in my domestic garage. We got it running and did all the sanding and prep work before we gave it to a friend to paint. We chose Fly Yellow because of the way it looked on a Ferrari Daytona I had seen in a magazine.
When the Miura was finished, I took it on its maiden voyage on #Mulholland-Drive above Los Angeles. I was looking in the rear-view mirror at the window above the engine compartment, disappointed that it was beginning to rain, then I looked through the windscreen and thought: it’s not raining at the front of the car, so why is it raining at the back? I realised the fuel line had popped off and was spraying the rear window with gasoline. I quickly pulled over, shut off the engine and raised the engine cover. And as I stood there at the ready with my ridiculous 12-year-old fire extinguisher, no bigger than a Coke can, I could hear gasoline dripping over the headers, making a hissing sound each time a drop landed. Luckily no fire started, so I fixed the fuel line and was on my way.
As the years passed there were other problems, things such as slave cylinders and the electric motors that raise the headlights, then, in 1988,1 had the chance to buy a #Lamborghini-Miura S for $80,000, a far sturdier, better-built car than the P400, so my P400 got parked and somewhat neglected, then my good friend Andrew Romanowski, from the #Lamborghini Club, stopped by. It’s a support group, much like Alcoholics Anonymous: the club sits with you until the urge to sell your Lamborghini passes.
Noticing that the #Lamborghini-Miura-P400SV had not moved since the last time he was there, he said, ‘What’s wrong with it?’ Slave cylinder, I replied. He asked me, ‘Is that a big deal?’ No, I said, looking at the ground like a five-year-old who had failed to clean up his room. As soon as Andrew left we dragged the #Lamborghini-Miura-P400 over to the shop, replaced the slave cylinder, put a new set of Michelins on it, changed all the fluids, checked the magnesium wheels to make sure they were still structurally sound, then we waxed and polished the whole car. It was like that scene in Rocky where he takes off the girl’s glasses and suddenly she’s beautiful.
These early #Lamborghini-Miura Miuras are different from the later cars, they’re not as structurally sound as the newer ones, but they’re also much lighter. And there’s a rawness to them that I find appealing.
they’re much better as a classic car than they ever were as a new car. By that I mean they’re more fun to drive swiftly than they are to drive fast. You never power shift a Miura; double de-clutching and rev-matching is the way to go. It’s a car that captivates all your senses. Luckily Andrew helped me regain mine.
'IT'S NOT RAINING IN FRONT, SO WHY IS IT RAINING AT THE BAGK? THE FUEL LINE WAS SPRAYING THE REAR WINDOW'
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A record 23 Lamborghini Miuras came from across the globe to toast the car’s halfcentury in Andalusia, Spain. The rally featured a visit to the Miura ranch, which gave the model its name. It was devised by Miura expert Simon Kidston (by his black SV) Kidston SA.Stream item published successfully. Item will now be visible on your stream.
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- Post is under moderation50 YEARS OF MIURA / #1971 / #Lamborghini-Miura-SV / #Lamborghini-Miura / #Lamborghini /
Three generations on #Valentino-Balboni ’s test route. Designer, test driver, engineers & #Drive-My join forces to celebrate its 50th birthday.
THE MAESTRO AND THE MIURAS
Lamborghini’s legend turns 50 this year. Who better to celebrate with than Sant’Agata’s fabled test driver, Valentino Balboni? Words Glen Waddington // Additional Reporting Massimo Delbò. Photography Matthew Howell.
You can scarcely move in these parts without attracting attention from every single onlooker and passer-by. OK, fair enough, we’re here with three of the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous cars ever to have been built, each fitted with one of the most gloriously charismatic – and loud, not to mention long-lived – engines ever conceived. So, yes, that could happen anywhere.
But hang on. ‘Here’ is Sant’Agata Bolognese, a functional few square miles of township, surrounded by the agricultural flatlands of Italy’s food-bowl, a place that would be unremarkable were it not for its adjacency to Ferrari’s hometown of Maranello, in nearby Modena, and the consequent rivalry it engendered with a certain local tractor manufacturer. Yep, this is Lamborghini-land, and the cars are being unloaded right outside the factory it has called home since Ferruccio Lamborghini began car production here in 1963 (its agricultural forebear, Lamborghini Trattori, delivered his fortune, beginning in 1948). And we’re in the presence of automotive greatness – in metal and also in human flesh. The cheerful, magnetic, yet utterly unassuming Valentino Balboni is here: Lamborghini’s legendary test driver, the man who took over the mantle of chief development driver from the late Bob Wallace. If you didn’t know him, he could be any other onlooker or passer-by, but here, in Sant’Agata, he’s as much a star as any of these three Lamborghini Miuras.
There’s a special reason for gathering man and machines in this hallowed place. This year marks the Miura’s golden anniversary. Difficult to believe, but it’s 50 years since the launch of what caused the coining of the term ‘supercar’. Until the Geneva Salon in March 1966, no car had existed that needed such a description. Yet that show (Google it; you can guess which car pops up first in the pictures) marked its arrival. The Miura truly was the shock of the new.
The men behind it were all young; none much over 25 years of age. As Bob Wallace himself told me back in 2001 of the car brought together out of hours by himself, engineers Gian Paolo Dallara and Paolo Stanzani, and Bertone’s designer Marcello Gandini: ‘We weren’t afraid to tackle anything and Dallara’s ideas were just brilliant. At Geneva, [Fiat boss] Giovanni Agnelli brought his people over to our stand. “This is the future,” he said. The Miura changed everybody’s thinking.’
In fact, the structure beneath Gandini’s uplifting panelwork had been displayed at Turin in november 1965. It used all the components of the existing 350GT – a conventional Grand Tourer, in the mould of the car that Lamborghini would have had Ferrari build for him – only organised rather more radically, with a deep backbone and sills at the core of the structure, and Lamborghini’s V12 (originally designed with Formula 1 potential by former Ferrari 250 GTO engineer Giotto Bizzarrini, of SocietàAutostar) slung transversely behind the seats to keep overall length in check. Of course, the Miura’s achingly beautiful proportions would only become apparent four months later at Geneva, but it remains unusual among mid-engined cars in maintaining the classic long-nose/short-tail GT look. Thank the engine’s orientation for that.
And don’t forget that, back then, mid-mounted engines were the preserve of racing cars and a couple of four-cylinder road cars (step forward, Matra Djet and De Tomaso Vallelunga). The Miura came up against the archly conservative Ferrari 275 GTB until the Maranello manufacturer countered in 1968 with the Daytona, a forward-thinking, aerodynamically considered GT that could also lay claim to supercar status thanks to its power, speed and stunning styling. But it wasn’t mid-engined. Enzo eventually brought his F1 engineering layout to bear with the 365 GT4 Berlinetta Boxer in 1973, by which time Ferruccio was ready to fight back with the even more outrageous Countach.
But that’s enough history for now. I’m deliberately keeping the description of that time brief here, as that’s the job of Drive-My’s Italian correspondent Massimo Delbò – who knows absolutely everyone worth knowing in the Italian motor industry and I really mean everyone. You can read his interviews with Balboni, Dallara, Stanzani and Gandini after this feature. So, back to Sant’Agata. Three Miuras? But of course. Here we have the original type, a P400 (Posteriore indicating that the engine was aft of the cabin; 400 as it’s a 4.0-litre V12) built in 1968; a ’69 P400 S, the more powerful, revised version that appeared that year; and the ultimate (if we disregard Wallace’s race-ready Jota) roadgoing Miura, a 1971 P400 SV (Spinto Veloce, best translated as ‘tuned for speed’). Those are the three iterations of Miura, spanning its groundbreaking seven-year career.
Although Via Modena is lined on both sides by industrial buildings, you can see between them through to the farmland beyond. It stretches flat for miles, punctuated by occasional small towns and villages, and more frequently by the large, boxy and often dilapidated farmhouses with adjoining barns that are so typical of the area. Along the roads that dissect the fields, a certain Signor Balboni used to test Miuras as they came off the production line.
Did they ever break down? ‘Not really. Sometimes we would find a small fault and we could usually fix it, but that is why we were test-driving the cars, so we would find any fault and not the one who bought the car. We weren’t testing prototypes; for me, that came later, with the Countach.’ These roads Balboni knew well. Likewise the Miuras he tested on them. Now he’s back, and we’re here with him.
Three cars Miuras. Beautiful, beautiful Miuras. It’s not for me to pontificate; how many people do you hear telling you that this is the prettiest car ever made? Yet it’s not just pretty. If you see a cut-away of the Miura’s packaging you’ll see just how closely Gandini clad the underlying structure. And the plain modernism of the surfacing is so gratifying: no unnecessary creasing or adornment, yet the playful application and integration of such items as louvres (along the trailing edges of the doors, incorporating the doorhandles), and the famous eyelashes around the headlamps, is delectable.
This P400 is number 123 off the production line, restored over a seven-year period that ended in 2010, and bought by current owner Manfred Schweri of Switzerland in 2013. It was originally white and is now resplendent in period-style Arancio Miura, though its interior remains black.
The P400S (number 363) was brought here for its owner byAndrea Nicoletto, president of the Lamborghini Club of Italy, and first registered to the Parma-based company Bormioli Rocco, the largest Italian glass manufacturer. rumours suggest it was driven mainly by the model and actress Tamara Baroni, 1967’s Miss Parma and squeeze of Pierluigi Bormioli, son of the company founder. The current owner bought it in 2006 and it has never suffered an accident nor been restored. it looks pristine yet all the panels and even most of the paint are still original, as is the interior, while a mechanical overhaul (new gaskets, fuel lines, piston rings and so on) was carried out ten years ago. It has covered 47,000km from new.
And finally the SV (the 645th Miura built). With the greatest respect, this car, in Rosso Corsa over gold, looks its age – but it’s patinated, certainly not abused. Which reflects its unique history. This is an unrestored example that was sold new in 1971 to a Mr Lo Turco of Sicily. he was a personal friend of Ferruccio Lamborghini and took delivery himself at the factory. According to factory records, fewer than ten Miura SVs were equipped with a limited-slip differential and chassis 4904 is one of them. Known to be a keen driver, Lo Turco enjoyed his Miura for 35,000km on the twisting Sicilian roads. But in 1981 the car was hidden away until it was bought by current owner Andrej Friedman in 2011.
Valentino Balboni knew the car very well, and remembers his conversations with Lo Turco. He was present as the car was loaded onto the truck when it left Sicily, and he put together the ultimate team of Miura factory craftsmen to give 4904 its second life – although, as the majority of SVs have undergone a full restoration, Friedman took the decision to preserve this one. And so all the paintwork is completely original, though thoroughly cleaned and detailed, and the engine appears totally original from air filters to exhaust: highly patinated, again, but in superb working order.
Incredibly, Lo Turco had kept all the documents and tools that came with the car, including its spare key set and the original delivery certificate. The time-warp ‘Sicilian Miura’ was inspected by FIVA, which granted A/2 certification, and it was subsequently entered in the Postwar Preservation class at the 2013 Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance, where it finished third. ‘Valentino told me “This engine has a unique soul”,’ says Friedman of his car, with a smile. It’s something we’ll hear more of during the day that follows.
And so we set off from the hallowed gates – once, that is, passing employees release Balboni from their demands for selfies and autographs. I hop into the passenger seat of the P400, which is an olfactory delight to match the visual feast: all fresh leather and petrol. We gun along in convoy, a trio of low-lying lovelies, their paintwork iridescent in the watery morning sunshine, exhaust notes barking across the fields as Via Modena breaks free of its industrial setting. Then there’s a right turn onto another road that spears towards the horizon, only, as I later find out from the man who test-drove here, it’s so much busier these days than it used to be. Ahead lies a long-radius corner, Armco on the outside to keep you out of the ditch, circuit-style. Balboni subsequently tells me: ‘Here we used to go around at 180!’ That’s more than 110mph. Pre-Armco! Little chance of that today, with trucks and commuters. Times have changed; Balboni smiles and shrugs.
We stop and turn into a little clearing. Next to us lies what remains of a farmhouse. Back in the day it was more hospitable, a quiet spot in which local test drivers could compare notes. Yes, this is where Balboni met his equivalents from De Tomaso and Maserati, all on production test runs – though not Ferrari. ‘They tested in the mountains,’ says Balboni (another smile and a shrug). Was there rivalry? ‘No, because we all had a job that we enjoyed. But I would leave first and stay ahead. They couldn’t catch me. I was driving the Lamborghini.’ We head away again, SV leading, P400 at the rear, but I’ve swapped seats for the passenger side of the S. There’s more patina in here as everything is old, original, yet beautifully kept. That centre stack juts forwards into the cockpit, keeping you informed of oil and water temperature and so forth, while ahead of the driver is a simple pair of dials, reading out engine and road speeds.
You sit low and reclined, the engine behind regaling you with a voice that starts as a deep baritone, increasing in vigour and rising in pitch as speed is gained. A surprise is how supple the suspension is, cushioning you from the vagaries of the road surface, though its short travel becomes evident over larger imperfections.
The S is actually the most powerful of the Miuras, Balboni later tells me, somewhat to my surprise. I had always assumed the SV was top dog (or, should I say, bull). But no. We pull into the same petrol station that Balboni always frequented, a chance to replenish tanks and for each of us to take on board a quick espresso.
Balboni walks me around the SV, points out the flared wheelarches, there to accommodate a wider track; he mentions too that the engine – still that same 4.0-litre V12 – was tuned for greater torque rather than full-on power, the better for getting the most out of the car on the road. And it makes sense of the Spinto Veloce nomenclature.
The very first SV, I learn, wore those signature eyelashes made famous by the first two iterations. They were expensive to make, tricky to fit so, as Balboni tells me: ‘Ferruccio Lamborghini, he just said “Let’s not do it any more”. He had the first, so his SV had the eyelashes.’
Other changes are less obvious, but the SV is a heavier car. Why so? ‘The earliest cars were built as light as possible, but they were not strong enough. The structure would flex, as the tub [he’s talking about what was shown unclad at that Turin show in 1965] was built from 0.8mm steel. For the SV the steel is 1.2mm thick; heavier but much, much stronger.’ Thus the Miura had evolved.
I swap cars again, this time joining Balboni himself in the SV. Another olfactory treat, but this one smells of history. Balboni takes the wheel and immediately I’m at ease. He exudes that special confidence of the professional driver, his every input measured, assertive yet silken. Sure, he’s brisk, though never in a show-off way. His spatial awareness is exemplary; he moves the car more quickly when there’s room to move more quickly into. ‘The beautiful noise,’ he says, as if drinking in the engine note and smiling at the taste of it, ‘it takes me back to when I used to test them; an SV was my very first in the early ’70s.’ And clearly this is an example he loves, one he’s become intimate with, as he has carried out servicing work for its owner and masterminded its repair when it came out of hiding. That V12 is something he’s long been an expert on.
‘Every one sounds different, they feel different, you might get 20 horsepower more out of one than another. I asked the guys on the production line and they didn’t know why. The engines just respond to the different way they were built by hand, how close they are to perfection within the tolerances. And there was no electronic management to control it.’ It’s that ‘unique soul’: this one, it seems, they got right.
Balboni points out landmarks that haven’t changed – churches, farmhouses and so on – and so many that have – the routes the roads now take, buildings in a state of collapse behind fences of red plastic tape; you can imagine how this rural part of Italy has altered over the past four or five decades. One thing that hasn’t is the cuisine and, following an exquisite lunch of five types of pasta and sauce at an unassuming-looking roadside eatery, we head back out into the late-afternoon sunshine.
One last blast for Balboni in the SV, and he turns-in somewhat cheekily when a hairpin suddenly announces itself. I brace myself for a slide that doesn’t happen, and turn to him, eyebrows raised: ‘Maybe I would if the owner wasn’t following!’ he replies mischievously, grinning animatedly like he’s 40 years younger.
Finally, it’s my turn. The sun is fading, the day is drawing to an end all too soon. Andrej Friedman hands me the key to his car – the SV’s original key, more than 40 years old! – and I open the door with that delicate button, fold myself in and stretch out behind the steering wheel. Its surface is a delight in its imperfection, gently worn, slightly nubbly here and there, no longer shiny black but matt, and suede-like where the finish has been rubbed through over the years. You quickly get used to the angle it sits at – it’s not so far from the vertical yet it feels like it’s heading towards the horizontal – and lie back, head against the restraint, upper body supported by that oh-so-evocative slimline seatback.
Reach out for the gearknob and you notice that it’s grooved on the side facing away from you, to greet your fingers as you wrap them around, to select first gear. It slots in cleanly, but not lightly, and the clutch requires some force, though at least the effort it takes is evenly proportioned. Foot on the gas, build the revs and…
There’s so much torque! Sprint up to second, third, the gearshift offering that same resistance each time. Acceleration is forceful, towering, it seems never to end; the engine note changes to match, and both are proportional to every millimetre of throttle travel. The V12 is roaring, then booming, then coruscating. It feels truly alive. This is a car that satisfies all the senses.
The SV rides harder than the S, feeling much more focused, providing plenty of confidence and composure as you enter bends; slow in, fast out. While road-testers in the past complained of nervousness in extremes and aerodynamically induced lightness at the front when travelling at high speeds, fact is that, today, on a spirited run over Italy’s flat, rural roads, the Miura is a thrill seeking missile. That battered steering wheel rim simply pulsates with feedback. This is one of the most talkative cars I’ve ever had the pleasure of driving.
And then the unthinkable. Out of a bend, I accelerate and shift up to third, back down hard on the right pedal and… nothing. The throttle linkage has failed. So I coast for the best part of a mile, back to where the other two Miuras are waiting and posing for Matt Howell’s lens. Breakdown. In the middle of nowhere. Yet that’s not such a big deal when Valentino Balboni is on hand. ‘No problem,’ he says. ‘The great thing about a Miura is that, if it stops, you are not stranded. It is mechanical, it can always be fixed.’
He flips up the airbox to reveal that the throttle linkage to the carburettors has popped off its ball-joint. ‘Maybe it wasn’t fixed on properly last time,’ he suggests, shrugging and smiling while rooting for the dipstick. Out it comes, and with its tip he touches the ball on the end of the throttle linkage. It glistens as a tiny droplet of the hot golden stuff enrobes it before he pops it – properly this time – back into its socket. Play resumes. But only for so long. It’s getting dark. The Swiss have a long drive back. And somebody left the lights on in the museum at the Lamborghini factory – maybe we can just make it back for a look around. After all, how else do you top a day like this?
1971 LAMBORGHINI MIURA SV
ENGINE 3929cc V12, DOHC per bank, four Weber 40IDL3L carburettors
POWER 385bhp @ 7850rpm
TORQUE 286lb ft @ 5000rpm
TRANSMISSION Five-speed manual, rear-wheel drive
STEERING Rack and pinion
SUSPENSION Front and rear: double wishbones, coil springs, telescopic dampers, anti-roll bar
BRAKES Vented discs
Top speed 177mph.
Above left and below P400S shows off its engine; Balboni clambers out of the SV for lunch before heading back out on the open road.
Above Topping up at the same service station that Balboni used on his test route in the ’70s; SV at front, S to rear, P400 on right.
‘We gun along in convoy, a trio of low-lying lovelies, paintwork iridescent in the watery sunshine, exhaust notes barking across the fields’
Below Valentino Balboni, pictured outside Lamborghini’s Via Modena HQ, the mobbing fans held at bay…
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