S near the Gotthard massif. At the barrier to the pass, serious doubts arise as to whether a long-cherished wish can come true: driving between walls of snow - white to the left and right, only the infinite sky above, shining blue above the window frame of the Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 Spyder. So much for the idea. But reality paints gray rocks on the right, a brown slope on the left, and the horizon is souping in the haze. White splendor? It would be nice.
Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 Spyder keeps his cloth cap on
Nevertheless, we start into the part of the pass that is still blocked. Further up, the snow blowers are eating their way through the ice, until there, according to the civil engineering department of the Swiss canton of Uri, we would have free travel. This leads soberingly long through white speckled brown. We have never climbed serpentines more listlessly, never have 560 hp been more fun. The Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 Spyder is even still wearing his hooded cap. Otherwise he'll tear it off his head every minute without rain. What kind of snow do they want to cut away up there? Or has a mudslide blocked the way?
With the Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 Spyder we were almost the other way round
Bends full of sadness fly past in the half-perception. We look to the left into the valley and almost overlooked a snow wall on the right. Brakes, appraise. It's as low as a hunter's fence. The Spyder's window frame can't crouch so flat that it wouldn't grow beyond it. We climb further meters in the Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 Spyder. Disgruntled. Reversal impulses form, cloud the attention. This is the only way that a wall can seemingly suddenly slide into the panorama. Majestic, house high, steep. How carelessly cased exposed aggregate concrete. So they do exist after all. We turn off the engine, get out and marvel. What masses of snow. Isn't this building, which weighs tons, in danger of collapsing?
The ten-cylinder's starting scream shreds the silence
The torrent gurgling next door is superimposed as an acoustic valerian. Through a gap in the cloud, the sun sets its spot on a pure white surface. It stands in stark contrast to the gray boulders, the dark asphalt and the at least partially blue sky. We want to go into thisCrumple marshmallow mass, but the fingertips bounce off the harsh surface. Ice cream, of course. Snow would hardly be stable enough to withstand the elements for a few weeks. Back in the car, open the roof. The start-up scream of the ten-cylinder shreds the silence, echoing back from the wall in distorted U-vowels. He doesn't seem to be aware that sound waves can trigger avalanches. Could the Gallardo accelerate them if necessary? Often the drivable lane is so narrow that the exterior mirror scratches its signature into the wall and thereby acupunctures our face with fine ice crystals. But there are no needlesticks, the skin nerves have long been numb from the icy wind. It doesn't bother you - like skiing.
Lamborghini Gallardo thermometer gets full attention
Everything is white, the snow, the car and the skin - from the sun blocker. Because up here the radiation sizzles sneakily: You don't notice it because of the mostly low temperatures. The tachometer has already lost its rank as the most watched instrument to the thermometer in the multifunction display. In the shade it was bobbing at three degrees, but only a few corners further the sun allowed it to climb up to 20 degrees, and the frosty nose slowly thawed again. Melt water runs down the mountain, drives a drainage under the snow and drips a serpentine curve deeper onto the road. Or splashes on the windshield and shortly afterwards on the head. It can even get damp in the open convertible without rain. Incidentally, even when the spinning front wheels whirl snow from the road into the interior - ESP is switched off so that we don't get stranded in the mud.
Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 Spyder stays on track
The point is to let in all impressions unfiltered. Driving in a canal that is open to the top, bright and friendly. The lateral boundary does not become a narrowing like in a dark tube, but instead you perceive the goal-oriented direction of an ice rink. Our bob is called Lamborghini Gallardo LP 560-4 Spyder and stays on track thanks to Pirelli P Zero Sottozero winter tires and all-wheel drive. Tunnel vision for once positively: Because the path is predetermined, we can concentrate on the impressions and ponder.
You get an inkling of a first ascent. To take the virginity of the passport, to conquer it archaically, alone on the move in this unreal landscape, almost like on a distant ice planet. Be adventurous even when there is no danger. Although ... Walter still sounds in his ear from the road maintenance service: 'Especially at lunchtime, when it gets warmer, little slabs of snow come off.' And then he watches us, shaking his head, as we open the top. As if closed to the debate. After all, we want to be fully in the flowsit when the icy scent of the alpine winter wilderness hisses up your nose like wasabi past the window. Only year-round open-top drivers know this uplifting feeling, which because of the serotonin release never leads to flu, but always to moments of happiness.
The ride is most beautiful with a blue sky
Would you also like to let the wind rustle around your ears in the ice channel? Then you have to go after extremely heavy snowfall and look for an alpine pass that extends up to 2,000 meters. Otherwise the white splendor will not stay long enough. A kind of high plateau is also important, otherwise the walls only pile up on one side. Adjust the days after the tiller has drawn a fresh swath - and no thaw has yet set in. It is best to start with a good weather forecast; it is most beautiful when the sky is blue. Tip: Susten, near the Gotthard massif.