It was September 2004 when I pointed SG54’s short nose through the doors of Lamborghini Manchester with just 64 miles on the clock, and while the 44,594 miles that followed weren’t all plain sailing, I can’t think of anything I’ve driven before or since that can get close to the sense of occasion when those scissor doors slammed shut and that fabulous 6.2-litre V12 exploded into life.

Back then the plan was to run the Lambo for three months or so, then hopefully offload it at near the original price (Murciélagos aren’t exactly thick on the ground now; three years ago they were rarer still).