Cayman S versus the road of 3,000 curves
It's one of TG mag's greatest adventures: we headed to the badlands of Mexico in a Porsche...
Posted: 04 Oct 2013
We have reached the highest point on Highway 40, 9,000 feet up, a skinny pass that connects two of the Sierra Madre's highest peaks. The locals call it the Espinazo del Diablo: the Devil's Backbone. If they're right, Lucifer needs to find himself a new osteopath.
The pass kinks and writhes over the sheer rock face, desperately clinging onto the peak as the void below beckons, a drop of - what? - a thousand feet? More? The vista isn't so much jaw-dropping as temporarily incapacitating. Blithely disregarding our one-minute rule, we park up and absorb the dizzying view. If you're going to get beheaded, might as well make your last vision something spectacular.