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THE FIRST TIME
I UNDERSTOOD PROPORTION
There are cars you admire.
And there are cars that recalibrate you.
The Lamborghini Miura did not impress me the first time I saw it.
It unsettled me.
Something about its balance felt unfamiliar.
The nose was too low. The cabin too central. The rear too dominant.
Only later did I understand. It wasn’t strange.
It was new architecture.
A YOUNG DESIGNER WITH NOTHING TO DEFEND
In 1965, a rolling chassis arrived at Bertone.
It was radical, a transverse V12 placed behind the seats.
Most established designers would have treated it cautiously.
But the project landed on the desk of a 27-year-old.
Marcello Gandini had nothing to defend.
No legacy to protect.
No tradition to honour. Only proportion to resolve.
And when you are young, you are less afraid of breaking rules.
WHEN THE ENGINE MOVES,
THE DESIGN MUST FOLLOW
Before the Miura, performance cars carried their visual weight in front.
Long bonnets signalled power.
But this car placed its mass behind the driver.
Gandini understood something instinctively:
If the mechanical heart moves, the visual centre must move with it.
So he pushed the cabin forward. Lowered the nose dramatically.
Extended the rear deck with quiet confidence.
He did not decorate engineering.
He translated it.
TENSION, NOT ORNAMENT
The Miura is often described as sensual.
But what we are really seeing is tension.
Observe the side profile carefully.
The nose falls sharply downward.
The beltline rises toward the rear wheels.
The cabin appears compressed between opposing forces.
It has the posture of a feline ready to strike.
Low at the front. Muscles gathered over the rear axle.
Energy coiled, not released.
This is why it feels alive even when parked.
Even the famous “eyelashes” around the headlights, present on early P400 cars, were a moment of softness in an otherwise focused design.
Later versions removed them.
The car did not lose its character.
It simply became more severe.
THE BREATH BEFORE
THE WEDGE
Years later, Gandini would draw the sharp geometry of the Lamborghini Countach LP400.
Pure wedge. Pure provocation.
But the philosophy begins here.
The Miura is the transition.
You can already see the forward thrust.
The cab-forward stance.
The visual mass anchored over the rear axle.
It is the moment before design becomes radical geometry.
BEAUTY AS A CONSEQUENCE
What fascinates me most is what the Miura does not rely on.
No aggressive creases. No decorative vents. No excessive chrome.
The surfaces are clean because the packaging demanded clarity.
Restraint was not aesthetic minimalism.
It was mechanical honesty.
And when design follows honesty, beauty appears naturally.
The Miura is not styled. It is resolved.
IMPERFECT,
AND THEREFORE ALIVE
It was never an easy car.
Early examples shared lubrication between engine and gearbox.
Cooling required attention.
The front could feel light at speed.
But perfection is not always memorable.
The Miura feels mechanical.
Demanding. Present.
It asks something of the driver.
And that exchange creates emotion.
CINEMA, SINATRA,
AND THE NEW CONFIDENCE
When the Miura appeared in the opening sequence of
The Italian Job, gliding through Alpine tunnels, it already felt mythological.
But cinema was only part of the story.
Frank Sinatra owned one.
And whether he said the famous line exactly as history repeats it or not, the sentiment remains powerful:
Ferrari was aspiration. Lamborghini was arrival.
The Miura became a symbol of a new kind of confidence.
Less aristocratic. More audacious. More modern.
It was not just a car for enthusiasts.
It was a car for those who understood presence.
Film excerpts shown for editorial reference. All rights remain with their respective owners.
Mechanics building up the prototype P400 Miura at the Lamborghini Factory
in Sant’Agata, October 1965.
WHY IT STILL FEELS DANGEROUS
Every mid-engine supercar that followed carries its logic.
But few carry its innocence.
The Miura was drawn before regulation defined proportion.
Before wind tunnels softened instinct.
Before committees diluted courage.
It reflects youth.
And youth is never entirely safe.
A PERSONAL NOTE
When I look at the Miura today, I do not see nostalgia.
I see conviction.
A young designer trusted. Engineers allowed to experiment.
A company brave enough to redefine itself.
Even small details feel symbolic.
When the doors are fully open, photographed from the front, they rise like the horns of a bull.
Not because they were engineered as theatre.
But because everything about the car carries tension, presence, defiance.
The Miura did not seek approval. It imposed a new order.
And that, for me, is why it remains one of the purest expressions of automotive design ever created.
Not only because it is beautiful.
But because it moved the centre of gravity of an entire industry.
