I don't like driving mountain passes
For many friends of sporty driving, the longest possible series of serpentines means the highest motoring delight. This is where man and machine can finally show what they are capable of. But can they? In my opinion, it's just a stress test for engine and brakes – uphill for one, downhill for the other. That's why I don't really like the binary full-throttle full-stop between two hairpin bends.
Not that I couldn't do it. After all, there have been times when I've been held up by motorcycles. Nevertheless, I prefer to make sure that the amplitude between positive and negative acceleration is as small as possible. Or to put it more simple: I'd rather take as much momentum as possible with me through the bend than deliberately reduce it each time before and then build it up again afterwards.
Medium-fast bends in third or fourth gear are much more impressive than bends that are over again after barely a second. The constant change of small crests and dips, where the car briefly becomes light and then very heavy, is much more exciting than constant climbing. So let the others drive to the Alps or the Vosges. Then the roads in the valley in between will be free for me.
