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| Nissan's 350Z packs a throaty great V6 sending power to the rear wheels – much love! |
I love
bikers. Most of them, anyway. Once in a while you’ll come across one or maybe
even three who know what they are doing and make absolute mince meat out of a road. They’ll even hang out a leather clad knee through a corner, making your
sweaty efforts behind the wheel of a car seem about as heroic as eating
spaghetti with your bare hands.
Bikers,
particularly the enthusiastic ones (those who sometimes like to relay shouted
stories to each other at traffic lights) can add an epic amount of fun to a drive.
It is one thing to go chasing apexes alone in a four wheeled machine on a
deserted country road, but quite another to chase blokes straddling something
Japanese along a road you’ve never driven before and they have.
And so
it was with a recent and rather impulsive B-road blat, my cousin kindly handing me the keys to his glorious sounding Nissan
350Z, looking positively bulbous in metallic grey and subtly aftermarket on its
optional Rays rims.
A quick
supermarket run beforehand morphed into something more inspiring after deciding
that, with the night before’s hangover quickly dispersed in a flurry of
paracetamol and Diet Lilt, we fancied a road trip. With tank fat with fuel, the
Zed was up for it and so the search for twisty asphalt began. To find it, we
simply aimed at the countryside. What we discovered blew us away.
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| The route, which starts just outside Otley and spears north towards the A59. |
Keep
your patience navigating through the West Yorkshire town of Otley and soon you
are presented with the national speed limit sign of Newall Carr Road, which
heads north and links with Weston Moor Road. Drink in as much scenery as you
dare, but don’t forget there are blind dips, off-camber corners and
I-could-take-that-twice-as-fast-next-time sweepers to deal with.
Views
get better still on Askwith Moor Road, your fast advance backed by breathtaking
views of some of Yorkshire’s finest moorland. For most of the time along this
dream piece of tarmac, visibility is panoramic, which invites you to keep that
right foot planted just a little longer.
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| Views are stunning, those along Askwith Moor Road particularly so. |
Several
hair raising corners later, connected by straights that aren’t really straight
at all, and you eventually come to the A59 near Carr Wood. Of course, I was
looking forward to the return leg, that six miles or so not only whetting my
appetite but also making me fall in love with driving all over again. And then
it got really interesting.
Our
about-turn landed us behind a 4x4 pick-up whose driver looked in no hurry.
Umm-ing and ahh-ing about an overtake on a steep incline, I had precisely three
seconds to register the glaring headlamps of two superbikes in my rear-view mirror before their riders
hunkered down, flicked their wrists and whipped past. Challenge accepted!
The
return six miles or so were a mesmerising blur. The Zed and I gave it everything to keep up with the two wheeled
madmen. Firing along unfamiliar roads at speed focuses the mind and is definitely
not recommended, but things were made easier by the two bikers up front who
were guiding me along.
Judging
their entry speeds into corners was key to keeping in touch and I was managing
to eat into the distance between us in the braking zones, but that gap would
increase once more as they opened it up on exit, backed by that unmistakable
superbike scream.
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| The bikers' knowledge of the road came in handy during parts like this. |
I
couldn’t tell you what speeds we hit and it doesn’t matter anyway. What I can tell you, though, is that
during the last stretch of road the Zed called time, its brake pedal going long
and making me thank the heavens for knowing how to use a gearbox to scrub off speed.
That last left hander could have been quite messy!
Truth
be told, I was glad our coupe had had enough. Its owner too, no doubt. By this
stage I was a sweaty, grinning mess and had received that adrenaline hit I’d
sub-consciously craved since slipping behind the Nissan’s helm. I’d even
managed to keep the bikers honest, if only just.
Ticking
and pinging as we walked away from it afterwards, the Zed had done its job and
then some. It really does sound wonderful and is one of those cars that feels
at its best when you’re working it hard. It hates being mollycoddled.
Anyone
that loves driving will eagerly tell you about their most enthralling
experience, and this was definitely one of mine. Not only had I found a stunning piece of road, I'd crossed paths with two great bikers as well.
