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Setting the two beasts apart more than anything else
is their vastly different packaging. If size matters, the SVJ
gets instantly hit by a dozen penalty points for burdensome
entry and exit, racing seats designed by descendants of the
Marquis de Sade, a pedal box too narrow for size 13 shoes,
lack of headroom, and atrocious visibility. Overhead traffic
lights are invariably out of sight, the huge three-quarter
rear blind spot is a potentially very expensive game of peek-
a-boo, stalks and knees run a constant collision course,
and the mix of neo-Audi R8 ergonomics and Bologna red-
light district instrumentation still doesn’t look right seven
years after the first Aventador’s launch.