[From 2009]
It
was on this road that the Scuderia 16M finally revealed its true
character. Yes, you can drop the top and
cruise through Beverly Hills . But give it some leash, and the deep
impression you get is that of sheer and utter violence. One simply cannot turn away from the shrieking
sound, the mace blow the transmission makes on a full-throttle upshift, and the
head-snapping stopping power of the carbon composite brakes. With the Manettino turned to Race mode, Dan
attacked the curves with violence in his heart, the ripping canvas of the
exhaust drowning out even the open pipes on the American v-twins and Japanese
fours.
The
next time through, we elect to drive “The Pace”, a motorcycling term to
describe the maximizing of cornering momentum and accurate targeting of corner
apexes while using virtually no brakes – and absolutely no crossing of the
double-yellow. Done properly, the Pace
is almost as fast –if not faster— than a more aggressive attitude, requiring
only faith from the driver that the car can take a fast entry speed without
braking. Here, the 16M shines as well,
sticking close to our new motorcycling friends, dragging their knees deep into
the corners.
The
612 Scaglietti comports itself with dignity, keeping mostly up, showing a
dropped hem only in the wisps of smoke coming off the brakes at the turnout. Pretty impressive for our luggage carrier.
We
had to call it a day on the Tail of the Dragon, as the roller coaster ride had
made Glenn and Mark very queasy. From
there, we headed for the Cherohala Skyway, a relatively new 36-mile road
cutting through the Cherokee and Nantahala
National Forests (well over
50 miles if you add in the bits at the start and end that are equally
impressive). This road deserves to join the
pantheon of great American roads, as it offers Skyline Drive views and curves, with
almost no traffic.
As
the clock was ticking ever louder, we were now making a run for Nashville . Stricken with hunger pangs, we stopped at the
Watts Bar Grill and Chill, a roadside bar just after the twin cooling towers of
the nearby TVA nuclear power plant. We had
hoped to be as unobtrusive as possible, to get back on the road, but it was not
too be (yes, shocking), with patrons emptying out to check out the cars. Still, the wings and cheese steaks were more
than passable, longnecks were Monday’s $1 special, and the locals were very friendly
–everyone in the bar introduced themselves and shook our hands.
Dark
now, we put the hammer down, cruising up Route 68 and flying west on I-40,
doing 102 miles in an hour and 18 minutes. We’re spending the night at a
Fairfield Inn at the Nashville
airport. Why here?
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