Compared to the other cars, the Coupe does look a little unassuming with its black paint and subdued interior, but that thought soon disappears when I turned the key. The V10 starts with a very grumbly idle, taking a few seconds to settle itself down, but a quick probe of the throttle soon wakes it up. I pull back on the right paddle to engage first, select Sport and steer the nose Hatta bound.

Even though it’s a highly strung supercar, the LP560-4 Coupe is quite happy to cruise along at a fair lick between the numerous speed cameras that line the highway as it cuts its way through the ever-reddening desert. The leather seat is easy to adjust into a comfortable position and though the ride is firm, it’s certainly not uncomfortable. And while there’s a pretty decent stereo and sat-nav system onboard – thanks to mother company Audi – I have to admit I didn’t switch it on once.  A Lamborghini makes its own music from the four exhaust pipes hanging out of the back.

Soon enough we arrive at the UAE-Oman border control post. Now, from past experience, the border guards – complete with their automatic weapons – can be a little bit snotty about letting you through to the other side unless you have your passport, car registration card and copies of your insurance on you. As we are rocking up in a convoy of borrowed Lamborghinis, I’m fully expecting we’ll be asked to park up and spent a lot of time arguing with a variety of unhelpful officials. The reality couldn’t be further from the truth.

We’re quickly waved through with cries of ‘Atta Wheel!’ from the guards. We all duly follow our instructions and roar off into the distance with the sound of four V10s banging off their limiters in 1st. The local shopkeepers dozing at the roadside aren’t quite of what’s going on as the sheer intensity of the noise generated wakes them rather swiftly from their slumbers. Would-be border runners take note – to get away with crossing borders without the right documents, drive the most over-the-top car you can get your hands on.