The wife and I decided to take a drive up Lookout Mountain west of Denver this past Saturday night as the weather was beautiful and the night time view of Denver’s lights below can’t be beat. The road up Lookout Mountain is 2 lanes with no passing zones but a few pull outs for site seeing. It ascends 2.000 feet from base to summit in 5.0 miles with lots of switchbacks and steep drop offs. The last thing you want is to be stuck behind a car that can’t climb the hill and won’t pull out to let jammed up traffic pass.
I thought it was bad luck right from the start when a little ricer Dodge Neon turned on to the road in front of me, but then I heard his turbo kick in on the first steep climb and I thought "Ok, let’s see how fast he can get up the hill?" So I kind of pushed him. I could tell he was trying to pull away from me, I guess he couldn’t tell what I was by my headlights. It was pretty funny. I stuck to his bumper like glue. At one point he was squealing his wheels around a curve and I stuck right on him rounding it at about 30 mph, my wheels stuck like I was on a rail, the traction control never even blinked. For all his turbo wheezing and wheel squealing not only couldn’t he loose me but he was actually slowing me down. We finally caught up with an SUV that had no intentions of breaking the speed limit or pulling out for us to pass. Oh well fun while it lasted. The view from the top is beautiful and we even passed a black Z4 roadster on its way back down. It had its top up though. I just don’t get that.
I thought it was bad luck right from the start when a little ricer Dodge Neon turned on to the road in front of me, but then I heard his turbo kick in on the first steep climb and I thought "Ok, let’s see how fast he can get up the hill?" So I kind of pushed him. I could tell he was trying to pull away from me, I guess he couldn’t tell what I was by my headlights. It was pretty funny. I stuck to his bumper like glue. At one point he was squealing his wheels around a curve and I stuck right on him rounding it at about 30 mph, my wheels stuck like I was on a rail, the traction control never even blinked. For all his turbo wheezing and wheel squealing not only couldn’t he loose me but he was actually slowing me down. We finally caught up with an SUV that had no intentions of breaking the speed limit or pulling out for us to pass. Oh well fun while it lasted. The view from the top is beautiful and we even passed a black Z4 roadster on its way back down. It had its top up though. I just don’t get that.
