I just destroyed Fernwood Pacific, Las Flores Canyon, Saddle Peak Road and Stunt Road.
Driving home through Topanga I said Fuck it, I’ll go the FUN way. Make the MINI do what it was intended to do.
Burn that fucking gas. It’s dark out, no other cars on the roads to slow me down and drive me nuts.
Go at it full force, hammer and tongs.
Stick to the lower gears, climb up the twisty serpentine roads MASHING the fucking throttle. Supercharger whining like a jet, exhaust SCREAMING from the high RPM’s. Causing a ruckus to say the least. I’m surely waking some people up. But FUCK IT, I’m going to have my fun. At least I’m doing it at night with no others on the road. This is the safest time to do this.
Warming up the tires, I’m deciding this isn’t the night for slow-in/fast-out. Fuck it. Just go balls out, drive 10/10ths at the limits, at least for sentimental reasons, never mind the adrenaline rush. Enter the turns deadly fast. Handle it at the limits, all the time.
The rules are simple. Brake before you do any turning. Turn late after the apex sharply and lay on the throttle to keep the car in control. The faster you go, the safer you are. The faster you go, the safer you are.
What a rush! Successive turn after successive turn, up hills, down hills, feeling the lateral-G-forces to the extreme, using my peripheral vision to glance at the valleys and oceans below me to see if they are worthy of a photo. My internal organs are getting worked out, jumped up and down, maybe even bruised. Glad there is no passenger, they can’t take it, it’s too nerve-wrecking, how can you trust your life in my hands. I can only trust my life in my hands, even that is questionable.
Accelerating madly into the blind corners fearing for your life, fearing for an incoming car, a deer, fallen rocks.. it’s just chaos. Chaos that needed to be tamed and destroyed. Tamed. And Destroyed.
These canyons are my personal amusement park and next time I will go much faster.