There is a silky, breathless silence in the hills above Lianhuachi. Low, winter sun flows around spindly pines, and pierces stands of unfamiliar shrubs, warming patches of tarmac here and there as the road slinks its way to the summit. In a cold corner of shade, where the air is icy in the lungs and dry on the lips, the Maserati GranCabrio squats motionless, deep-blue paintwork almost a camouflage.
Words: Matt Master
Photography: Lee Brimble
This article was originally published in the Awards issue of Top Gear magazine