Being the Motoring Editor of the Platinum stable of publications does bring with it a few perks. One such perk was the recent invitation to Copenhagen for the reveal of Lamborghini’s latest model, the Sterrato, and then being given the keys to the entire range of Lamborghinis currently on sale, along with a map of how to get to Sweden!

This might seem odd at first but this is how these things are done. Gather a bunch of motoring journalists in a beautiful hotel, wine and dine them and wish for positive reviews. This works if the car is newsworthy – and does not, if not.

There is not much l can say about the Sterrato as there was no driving permitted. All we could do was look at it, photograph it, stroke it and listen to the Head of Design praise the abilities of this ‘first of its kind’.

It’s a Huracan variant with the ability to go off-road - or as they say ‘beyond the concrete’. Yes really, a £320,000 low slung supercar in which one can drift on gravel or snow. There will only ever be 1,499 of them produced and from what l hear, they are all sold. This is also the last of the purely fossil-fuelled Lambos as, from the launch of the new Aventador (it will carry a new name), all such will now be hybrid. Sadly, the era of the roaring V12s is dead.

But that said, the company does make some exquisite models and they were all there outside the hotel in the dark at 6am, with a temperature of -4ºC, and clouds billowing from my mouth with every word. The roar as 12 journalists pressed the start buttons shook the hotel windows and enticed some quite stern looks for the eco-friendly Danes, who then whipped out their phones and starting taking copious photos.

I started with the Huracan STO, a monster of a car in vivid purple with lime green stripes, a 640-bhp V10 screaming in my ear and a pedal under my right foot that will rocket me to 62mph in less than three seconds. As all models are all-wheel drive, any ice and snow was not too much to worry about, and our departure resembled a Formula One start with the battle to the first corner. I won that particular battle, or rather the STO did, and we were off.

The professional Lambo driver in the ‘lead’ car shouted through the radio to ‘follow me and l will get you out of the city’. Hilariously, there was no reply as when he turned his head, he was all alone. We had already split off in various directions determined to plough our own furrow. l am not sure what he did for the next three hours until we saw him again but we were having a blast!

The STO draws on the the Huracan Super Trofeo EVO and the Huracan GT3 EVO’s unique accomplishment of winning three consecutive titles in the Daytona 24-Hour race. This is as close to a road-legal racer as you can get.

The design is exquisite and, as with motorsport models, the bonnet, fenders and front bumper are all once piece for easy swap-outs after prangs. The scope on the roof helps push air through the engine, and the ‘shark fin’ on the roof improves dynamic abilities when cornering. Inside you might think it is an uncomfortable ride but l drove to for five hours and could easily have done another five.

Before we reached Sweden, we all followed the radio messages and met up at a snowy rest stop, swapped battle stories and then, more importantly, swapped cars.

I now found myself in the £170,000 Urus Performante, the company’s first foray into the SUV market, and a car l have driven before and rate highly. Certainly more secure now in the snow and ice in a high riding SUV, the Urus is a monster of a car and the current record holder for a production SUV at the Pikes Peak Hill Climb, beating the existing holder by over ten minutes.

Reaching 62mph in 3.3 seconds in a car weighing more than the Empire State Building is impressive – and then l found the new Rally button. This setting lifts the car a few inches and oversteer is amplified with anti-roll, and damping systems easily allowing for drifting. Once l found a remote ice-covered field, l threw on full lock, buried the go pedal into the Wilton and could have carried on doing 360s all day. It is a remarkable car and although many will say, with its underpinnings being from the Audi Q7, ‘why not just buy the Audi and save a hundred grand?’, they have, in my humble opinion, missed the point. There is nothing ‘special’ about the Q7, whereby everything is special about the Urus.

I drifted it through half of Denmark and almost drifted into Sweden as the sign came up very fast but l managed to slew sideways into the lunch location with a style and panache that, to be frank, l do not possess but l was told it looked spectacular from the outside.

After a fabulous lunch, we boarded the ferry at Helsinger for the 10-minute hop over to Sweden. We then had the fun, yet again, of deciding which model to take next.

I decided on the Huracan Technica with a naturally-aspirated 5.2-litre V10 which is marketed as the best of both worlds - a slightly tamer road car than the STO with a smidgeon more refinement. They have fiddled with the exhaust to produce an even more gorgeous and sensual note from the new hexagonal pipes, and with a dry weight of only 1,379 kg. They even call drivers ‘pilots’ and l could understand why when l lowered my bum into the seat.

It is the perfect mix of road and track with subtle tweaks to the body, distinctively tuned driving modes, specific suspension settings and rear-wheel steering, allowing for tighter than ever turns. It puts a London black cab to shame and, if not tight enough for you, a sharp blip on the go pedal and it will spin in its own length. With a top end of 201mph, and 62 coming in 3.3 seconds, it’s no slouch and will go from a standing start to 125 mph in 9.2 seconds. With excellent carbon ceramic brakes, the stopping distance is remarkable and felt like it left bruising across my chest from the seat belt.

Eventually, we gathered for a final stop just before the awesome Øresund Bridge that connects the Denmark and Sweden, and runs for nearly five miles. Oddly, it appears from nowhere as the first half is a tunnel that, mid-river, breaks through and turns into a bridge. I have to confess that l didn’t see much of it as l climbed aboard the Kermit green Huracan EVO as a local whispered in my ear that there were no cameras working on the bridge today!

Well, red rag to a bull and all that, and my inner five-year old surfaced as it appeared to be the perfect opportunity to see if the EVO will actually hit 201mph. As the leader started the words ‘follow me….’ he realised he had wasted those precious words as we had all gone in 60 seconds.

Having followed the winding roads to get to the start of the tunnel in almost non-existent traffic, l spotted the first camera and the sign ‘Kameror fungerar inte’ or ‘cameras not working’ to you and me. Well, it would be rude not to…

I buried the go pedal to the floor and it leapt ahead at a rate that made me seriously consider holding on tighter as my head smashed back into the head rest and my surrounding began to blur. Having little fear or sense of self-preservation, l kept the pedal buried and went through the tunnel like a rat up a drainpipe without realising what was about to happen.

I burst out of the tunnel into the sunlight of the bridge and nearly went blind. In my previous racing days, l was always taught that in an emergency, always concentrate of keeping the wheel straight – and thank heavens l recalled that advice. As my vision cleared, the only real dazzle now experienced was from my teeth, fixed into a maniacal grin of pure unadulterated joy.

No time to think as l kept my foot buried and, with the bridge spans literally blurred into one, l hit 200 mph. Then something even more remarkable occurred as l was flashed from behind to move over! It was my purple STO
in the hands of a mad Irishman who obviously had the same idea. We continued side by side at well over
200 mph until the end of the bridge – and what an end to a fantastic three days!

I know l should grow up at some point but as they say, ’Growing old is mandatory but growing up is entirely optional’.