Everyone has their story on how they fell in love with Lamborghinis. For me it was growing up in Greece, my uncle used to have a Miura SV. Black inside and out, the most gorgeus car in town. Everytime he fired it up all the kids, including me, would come running to just drull over it. I remember the rush I would get when he would take me for drives on the winding mountain roads. One night when I was about 12 years old, we went to the market place. It was already late and there was very few cars in the parking lot, so he let me drive around for a while. But of course, being 12 years old and being put behind the wheel of a Muira, I got a little carried away, but my uncle was very understanding. Thats how it started for me, anyone else got a story worth telling?