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Striking 12s: Ferrari 812 Superfast vs. Lamborghini Aventador SVJ

Striking 12s: Ferrari 812 Superfast vs. Lamborghini Aventador SVJ

Fuel? The Ferrari 812 Superfast’s gauge indicates it’s one-third full, but the Aventador SVJ will need juice soon. Again. Give the Lamborghini the stick, and the distance-to-empty readout counts down like a New Year’s Eve clock. Oil? No need to check because the level is monitored electronically, but we do pop the lids nonetheless to share the two crackling and sizzling works of art with the gas station attendant and his chums. Exhaust? Set on free-flow, the crass noises speak of greased regulatory palms, but blipping the throttles makes everybody smile. Even Desdemona, the shop owner’s deaf dog, starts up and pricks her ears.

Over three days spent in these two 12-cylinder-powered Italian titans, snippets like these compile a pictorial travel diary inside your head. Other cast members: an aged woman sitting outside her home who responds to the sudden V-24 attack by instinctively reaching for—and missing—her fawning cat; the two Carabinieri who slip into Mille Miglia–inspired fasta! fasta! wave-through enthusiasm as soon as we roar into sight; the momentarily ambitious, tungsten-haired geezer in his SL63 AMG who drops behind so fast he subsequently pretends to have been on the phone all along; the teenage crazies on their scooters who’ll do anything to snatch a picture, rejoicing with thumbs-ups and high-fives when they do.

While a supercharged or twin-turbo V-8 can come close in terms of output and torque, the free-breathing 12-cylinder still rules the roost as far as throttle response, midrange pickup, and a fearless redline are concerned. It trades refinement for added raucousness, linearity for eruption, manners for raw performance. And although they share some striking similarities, the 12-pot unicorns from Maranello and Sant’Agata Bolognese—like the cars they propel—are quite different in character.

For reasons known only to the great engineer above the clouds, the displacements of the two engines are virtually identical, being just a single cubic centimeter apart, with the Ferrari’s 6,469-cc edging out the Lambo’s mill. At 94.0 by 78.0 millimeters (Ferrari) and 95.0 by 76.4, bore and stroke are not far apart, either. The same applies to their redlines, where the Superfast eclipses its rival, spinning up to 8,900 rpm against the SVJ’s 8,700 rpm. Thanks to a notably higher compression ratio, a variable-rate intake and exhaust system, and a more pronounced willingness to rev, red beats green at the end of the day, with the car from Maranello registering 789 horsepower against Sant’Agata’s 759, although it loses the torque duel by the narrowest of margins, with the Ferrari V-12 making 530 lb-ft to the Lamborghini’s 531. Dry weight is somehow, allegedly, exactly on par at 3,362 pounds.

Few automotive experiences cause your adrenaline to flow like a river as much as exploring the outer edges of capability offered by these two monsters.

Which one’s quicker, you ask? Lamborghini says the all-wheel-drive SVJ can launch to 62 mph in 2.8 seconds and hit 124 mph in just 8.6 seconds, with a claimed top speed in excess of 219 mph. While the rear-drive Ferrari 812 loses one-tenth to the Aventador in the zero-to-62 sprint, it’s 0.7 second ahead by the time it arrives at the 124-mph marker onto its 211-mph terminal velocity. How does the Ferrari get to 124 so much quicker than the SVJ? It’s all due to the Superfast’s seven-speed dual-clutch transmission, which changes gears without losing momentum. By contrast, the Aventador is handicapped by its jerky and slow sequential ISG transmission.

Wherever we went in working-class Italy, the two abrasively loud, brash supercars were greeted with an enthusiasm fueled by national pride. On the open road, however, the texting, smoking, and otherwise brain-dead lemmings behind the wheel weren’t prepared for a combined 1,548 horsepower approaching at warp speed. Best to escape to the hinterlands, then, where traffic tends to be light and corners outnumber straights 99 to 1.

High above Pistoia, in the heart of wild boar country northwest of Florence, the time has finally come to fully arm our weapons. In the SVJ, the right index finger lifts the red cage door that protects the hell-breaks-loose button. In the 812, the red start-stop activator sits within thumb’s reach on the busy steering wheel.

The Ferrari engine responds with vigor to the starter button, boosts idle speed for a few seconds to substantiate its wildest-horse-in-the-corral claim, then begins playing a symphony written for four camshafts and 48 valves. The Lamborghini V-12 first needs to remember its firing order before it’s ready for screaming and shivering action. A stumbling syncopation develops as the idle speed eventually manifests itself, noisily clearing its many throats. A brief pull at the right paddle engages first, forcing the seemingly stray parts to act in unison.

In Auto and Sport mode, the 812’s transmission shies away from high revs to the point that a vintage Giulia Super feels angrier and more committed. In Manual mode, however, the rev symphony duly spirals gear by gear, rising from the underhood orchestra pit with a recurrent deafening roll of timpani. When pushed, both sports cars can be as noisy as the law permits, but the Superfast avoids the harmonic oscillation of the Aventador, which makes the Lamborghini’s completely cluttered and thus largely useless rear window vibrate hard in its weather strips.

The Lambo V-12’s throttle response feels like a pushbutton release for simultaneous thunder and lightning. So better think twice before deactivating ESP because all it takes to suddenly face a mayday situation is a damp patch or two, a hard shoulder peppered with wet leaves, or an unforeseen imperfection in the road. All-wheel drive helps, but the torque split favors the rear wheels, and because the differential’s locking action can be unpredictable, traction and grip are at times no more than random surprises. On slow and winding turf, critical handling attitudes include snap oversteer and sharp understeer, both without any escape button.

The 812 Superfast, which we just dubbed a 2019 Automobile All-Star, encourages its driver to push ever deeper into tight bends, to test the limits of lateral acceleration, to lay into the throttle with vigor when appropriate, and to use steering and the gas pedal to gently adjust the car’s delicate cornering balance. In second gear, the Ferrari willingly lights impromptu bonfires close to the apex. In third, the engine has oodles of oomph from one braking zone to the next. In fourth, short straights are inhaled as a whole without pausing for breath. In Race, full-throttle upshifts are so rogue it almost hurts, and the brakes are simply sensational in terms of modulation, performance, and repeatability.

Setting the two beasts apart more than anything else is their vastly different packaging. If size matters, the SVJ gets instantly hit by a dozen penalty points for burdensome entry and exit, racing seats designed by descendants of the Marquis de Sade, a pedal box too narrow for size 13 shoes, a lack of headroom, and atrocious visibility. Overhead traffic lights are invariably out of sight, the huge three-quarter rear blind spot means frequent and potentially very expensive games of peek-a-boo, the control stalks and your knees are constantly fighting for space, and the mix of neo-Audi R8 ergonomics and Bologna red-light district instrumentation still doesn’t look right seven years after the first Aventador’s launch.

In full attack mode, both coupes are prone to chatter teeth, wrench wrists, and crack spinal discs. Yet in contrast to the Lambo’s embryonic driving position, the Ferrari is almost a recliner on wheels. Even the racing seats come in three sizes, legroom is a relief, visibility could hardly be better, and the iconic manettino drive mode selector tweaks the car’s manners with aplomb in one easy click. Dislikes? A front end long enough to drop out of sight in dense fog, the fiddly secondary controls, and its RV-like turning circle.

Neither car tolerates unfinished or neglected roads, crumbling curbs, yawning potholes, or the post-earthquake topography now typical of Umbria and the Marches. While the Ferrari softens its dampers at a button press, the most extreme Aventador bottoms out even in Strada (street) mode, to the point that the chassis control warning light comes on. For both cars, their natural dynamic domains are fast country roads and even faster highways where they can zigzag through traffic like invincible alien objects guided from a distant star.

“Life can’t get any better than this,” is the verdict after an insane 20-minute stint in the Lamborghini, the driver looking and feeling like a drenched wharf rat by the end. But then you jump in the Ferrari, and—mamma mia!—excitement and exhaustion are on exactly the same high level. True, these cars are as different as fish and fowl, but after 300 miles, the only quality that sets the 812 apart is about half an acre more cabin space.

Your choice: We tried, but attempting to definitively say one Italian is better than the other is an exercise in futility.

On the autostrada, the Aventador is a road shark par excellence. Its silhouette in the mirror of the car ahead clears the overtaking lane as effectively as would a rocket launcher. Its brakes respond with the finality of a light switch. The heavy yet super-direct steering works with micrometer precision. The active suspension lowers and tightens the chassis at speed, and the active aero system (ALA) can either increase downforce or reduce drag above 124 mph.

The 812 Superfast, however, is emphatically rear-wheel drive—even on a straight road, in the dry, and with the throttle not fully depressed. Although the rear-mounted transaxle layout results in near-perfect weight distribution, there is at all times enough grunt on tap to alert the e-diff and summon stability control.

Choosing between these two V-12s is as subjective as favoring red wine over white, blond hair over black, classic music over pop. The Lambo engine marks the ultimate evolution of a legend almost as old as the brand. Despite modern details like cylinder cutoff and a variable valvetrain, this bibulous powerplant fuses a clearly defined best-before date (EU7 emissions rules) with an unlimited excitement warranty. The Ferrari is powered by a more advanced and more economical engine, but as soon as the revs soar, it is every bit as explosive and resounding as the enemy that warms up at the other end of the street. The future of cars in general may be electric, but right now society is still—thankfully—willing to turn a blind eye to standout hooligans like these.

2018
 Ferrari
 812
 Superfast
 Specifications

ON SALE Now
PRICE $343,712 (base)
ENGINE 6.5L DOHC 
48-valve V-12; 789 hp 
@ 8,500 rpm, 530 lb-ft 
@ 7,000 rpm
TRANSMISSION 7-speed dual-clutch automatic
LAYOUT 2-door, 2-passenger, 
front-engine, RWD coupe
EPA MILEAGE
12/16 mpg (city/hwy)
L x W x H 183.3 x 77.6 x 50.2 in
WHEELBASE 107.1 in
WEIGHT 3,600 lb (est)
0–60 MPH 2.8 sec (est)
TOP SPEED 211 mph

2019 
Lamborghini 
Aventador
 SVJ Specifications

ON SALE Now
PRICE $521,265 (base)
ENGINE 6.5L DOHC 
48-valve V-12; 759 hp 
@ 8,500 rpm, 531 lb-ft 
@ 6,750 rpm
TRANSMISSION 7-speed single-clutch automatic
LAYOUT 2-door, 2-passenger, 
mid-engine, AWD coupe
EPA MILEAGE
9/15 mpg (city/hwy) (est)
L x W x H 194.6 x 82.6 x 44.7 in
WHEELBASE 106.3 in
WEIGHT 3,615 lb
0–60 MPH 2.7 sec (est)
TOP SPEED 219 mph

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