I’ve had this car just shy of two years now, I didn’t think it was possible to love it anymore; I went on a little road trip the other day, and god this car is superb. I posted a few pictures in the other thread, but here's some more.
Just a few miles from home, I hopped on PCH and drove north. Finally outside of the relentless LA traffic, in Malibu I raced a Mini Cooper for miles. Through the dunes of Guadalupe, and quick stop in Morrow Bay; still yet to see a cop.
Eventually I found myself driving through an army base. The speed signs disappeared, only warnings of curves for the next 20+ miles. I was doing 80 in suggested 30. Yes! Adrenalin pumping, all my energy focused on keeping my car on the road.
The Fiesta is a monster in the canyons, but this new road to camp, a dirt mountain ridge road recommended only for 4x4’s. My summer tires and tight suspension struggled at times, but meh, I pushed through. Banks and hills, no problem, but eventually it let to this dust/sand pit hill climb thing, I’ve only ever seen something like it in Namibia — the land that kills cars. So sadly just two miles from my goal, I turned back. However, along the road I found a bad ass spot. Since it was not the camp ground, it was isolated. Literally on the edge of the mountain overlooking the clouds.
The next morning I woke early and took the dirt road back to the paved, which led to an epic switchback road down the mountain to the coast. Then, I seemed to have all of PCH to myself exploring Big Sur.
At Half Moon bay it was time to turn around. Backtracking, I found an amazing side road near Paso Robles, 12 miles into the narrow single lane road I pulled over and set up camp again.
The final day I woke up and made my way towards Highway 33, my second time here. If you don’t know it, google it. What a dream.
I love this little car.
Just a few miles from home, I hopped on PCH and drove north. Finally outside of the relentless LA traffic, in Malibu I raced a Mini Cooper for miles. Through the dunes of Guadalupe, and quick stop in Morrow Bay; still yet to see a cop.
Eventually I found myself driving through an army base. The speed signs disappeared, only warnings of curves for the next 20+ miles. I was doing 80 in suggested 30. Yes! Adrenalin pumping, all my energy focused on keeping my car on the road.
The Fiesta is a monster in the canyons, but this new road to camp, a dirt mountain ridge road recommended only for 4x4’s. My summer tires and tight suspension struggled at times, but meh, I pushed through. Banks and hills, no problem, but eventually it let to this dust/sand pit hill climb thing, I’ve only ever seen something like it in Namibia — the land that kills cars. So sadly just two miles from my goal, I turned back. However, along the road I found a bad ass spot. Since it was not the camp ground, it was isolated. Literally on the edge of the mountain overlooking the clouds.
The next morning I woke early and took the dirt road back to the paved, which led to an epic switchback road down the mountain to the coast. Then, I seemed to have all of PCH to myself exploring Big Sur.
At Half Moon bay it was time to turn around. Backtracking, I found an amazing side road near Paso Robles, 12 miles into the narrow single lane road I pulled over and set up camp again.
The final day I woke up and made my way towards Highway 33, my second time here. If you don’t know it, google it. What a dream.
I love this little car.