Piste-bashing in the KTM X-Bow R
More classic anniversary TG road trips: they said it couldn’t be done. A stupid idea. We went and did it anyway
Posted: 11 Oct 2013
I realise - as the cleats in the tyres start to chew into the carbon-fibre cycle wings with a sound like gravel being thrown into a large plastic bucket - in the same amount of time it takes to squeal like a frightened child, that I've run out of lock. And the car is inevitably still rotating, with the back wheels redlined with third-gear big-turbo momentum, spinning at something like 100mph. I try to turn my head in the vague direction of travel, but find my helmet clasped tight by the head restraint, so I can't see what I'm about to hit. I do see the edge of a cliff pan blurrily past, a bit of sky framed by peaks, a photographer making a small ‘O' shape with his mouth, camera hanging forgotten by his side. Chance of glorious recovery nil, I start working on the excuses.