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I pulled up to the police roadblock prepared to do some fancy talking, but the car did the talking for me. Somewhere up the hill, on the grounds of a sprawling L.A. estate, Lamborghini was having a party. Parking was so limited that the guests had to ride a shuttle bus from a remote lot. But when you roll up to a Lamborghini party in a 1988 Countach 5000 Quattrovalvole, the gatekeepers demand no supplication. At least, not from us. But I felt compelled to explain the second half of our convoy. “Could you let the guy on the Vespa follow us?” I asked. “This is his car.” READ MORE ››