New Cayman R takes to the mountains
One Balearic island, one new and lightweight Porsche, one very short night. What would you do?
Posted: 04 May 2011
The fact is that there are precisely no streetlights to give even the vaguest hint as to which way the road goes. Not one. Any ambient starlight or moonglow is diffused by heavy cloud, and the road is simply too twisty to get any solid idea of direction. The wraithlike little Porsche is fitted with the excellent optional xenons, but it's still impossible to drive even vaguely quickly without risking inconvenient death. Worse, the roads are actually pretty good. But you can sense the doomy drops off the inky edges, and the corners have a nasty habit of tightening at the last moment. Like trying to run across a large room in pitch darkness, you can sense the space even if you can't see it, and you belt along cringing, awaiting the moment when you meet the scenery with your face. It's all about confidence, and I appear to have left mine at the hotel.