Out of all three shots, this was my favourite. Cascading river of asphalt, snaking through the mountains. I find this a greater achievement than tunnelling through the face of a mountain.
Allow me to elaborate.
Comparatively, blasting through stone is much more laborious than building curves around cliffs. But it is such a lazy way of doing things.
I used to stay in the Northern Chinese mountains, along the border of Inner Mongolia, and to get to the nearest international airport in Beijing, I had to travel 4 hours by car, and I can tell you one thing- the Chinese love to tunnel through mountains.
I hated it. It’s so mind-numbingly dull, hours of darkness, followed by the briefest glimpse of daylight, and then you’re plunged back into the claustrophobic tubes. I. Hated. It.
But bends. Oh those beautiful bends.
When you build bends, you build an experience. You create a thrill, an escapade.
Every corner, is just that little bit different.
With the right chassis under you, the right soundtrack, the right weather, and the right company, cumulates into something extra ordinary.
If you think I’m being dramatic, I’m not alone. A casual search for touge or Pikes peak.
Obviously, at that scale on public roads would be lunacy, but in its essence, the spirit is the same.
This then, can only mean one thing.
Happiness isn’t around the corner.
It IS the corner.
(if you bother to look, search for kamikaze dive gunsai attack for touge, and Climb Dance for Pikes Peak)
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