My American friend was showing off big time. When she saw the McDonalds drive-thru at the top of the peak she revved the engine and set off at full speed, almost taking out an ambulance on the way up the near-vertical hillside. I was convinced that I would throw up.
As soon as it was safe, I leapt out of the car and headed for a café. There I ordered tea and a scone, grateful to escaped the lunatic driver, but sorry to be on my own without the company of my husband.