Huracan is Spanish for hurricane.
No, Lamborghini hasn't moved away from its tradition of naming their ballistic land rockets after prize fighting bulls, in favour of fearsome weather elements. The Huracan was a legendary bull that terrorized matadors in the late 1800s in Southern Spain, and was so strong and awe inspiring, many took to calling it invincible and immortal.
Death obviously found the "invincible" bull, but now it's spirit has been channelled into Lamborghini's latest wrestler.

Muscular yet pretty, the Gallardo's successor aims to rule the entry level supercar segment.

The Gallardo was Lambo's bestseller, and played a crucial role in keeping the niche supercar manufacturer afloat while car makers who pushed units numbering in the millions, sunk and died around them.
Audi helped, obviously, and the new Huracan is proof that Lambo is still very much in the game.
The competition has toughened exponentially since the days of the Gallardo, and there's a newcomer in the field in the form of the McLaren MP4-12C. Ferrari's brilliant 458, along with the 12C, will be the ones to beat.

Bright colours, aggressive lines.

The numbers, then. 5.2 litres, 10 cylinders, 602 naturally aspirated horsepowers, and 4 driven wheels. 62 mph is delivered in a brisk 3.2 seconds, and the Huracan can sing its throaty tune all the way to a 202 mph top speed.
Design wise, the new baby Lambo looks anything but baby-like. It's more of a sweet girl who has grown up and chosen leather jackets, tattoos and a biker boyfriend instead of a summer dress and a college degree. It's pretty, but gutsy and edgy as well.
The exterior is awash with Lambo's new Y motif, and the design language works very well in a business that judges success of a brand based on how many posters you can sell to freckly adolescents. The colours are loud and there's no mistaking the fact that this is a pure blooded Lamborghini.
Pricing and handling characteristics will determine how well the Huracan does against it's supremely capable rivals, but truth be told, we don't really care. It just means more epic bedroom posters and sleepless nights spent planning "get rich" schemes so we can somehow afford one in the future.