Leaving Las Vegas in an Aston Rapide S
Another classic feature from the last 20 years of TG mag: the ultimate test of Aston’s four-door...
Posted: 22 Oct 2013
We drive for a pair of hours towards our next stop - the Zion National Park - and hopefully a little more revelation. Now, for those unfamiliar with the area, the Zion National Park sits within Utah and is aggressively picturesque. The park itself is made up of the same kind of rock as the rest of the area, but seemingly poured over various lumps and bumps in tiered swaddles, and the roads wend their way around the formations and down through gigantic cracks and crevasses. There are tunnels and switchbacks, long, flowing mountain corners and tight, little squiggles. But Zion is also soul-destroyingly busy. Infested with dull-witted SUVs and the Park Rangers required to prevent them driving into, or falling off, cliffs. Busy enough to drive you insane, or simply make a 6.0 V12 utterly pointless. So we do the decent thing and head off again. The sun is setting, and there are miles to go.
Next day, we're up early and off to find some big country. Bigger country. So we head out of the Lake Powell area on the SR98 and head off towards a place called Kayenta, planning to catch the I160 heading east. Here, you realise that Fire and Zion are but preludes. We've run out of town on the American equivalent of B-roads, and the vistas are eye-popping: broad, sweeping turns connected by mile-long, dead-straight lunges through shallow valleys. Every corner is a postcard view, every new horizon enough to rob an exclamation from your lips. You've seen it in countless movies, but the first time you get here, you realise that the telly really doesn't do it justice.