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
...my eyes pop out of my head. It's like fumbling through the back of a musty wardrobe and plopping out in the lean, little Porsche's private Narnia. I coast to a stop at the top of the mountain road, lean forward over the steering wheel with hands gripping 11 and 1, and say things my mother would not be proud to hear. Ahead and below, across and down and away is the most stupefying road I have ever seen. The island valley opens itself like a book, and between the pages is a slick of bitumen designed by a madman. Or an artist. Ropes of tarmac hang loosely around the shoulders of the mountain like an indifferent noose, trailing down the side of the hill in lazy loops. There are straights and curves and switchbacks and even, at one ridiculous point, a loop where the road curves back, around and under itself like a bow.