DRIVEN’s speed-obsessed style chronicler Fernando Morales of  The Gentleman’s Topcoat just returned from Spain’s famed Ascari Race Resort; here’s his-octane transcript from the track:

Moving fast over the slopes of Southern Spain, we descended upon a remote roadway tucked into the hills of Andalucía.

DRIVEN correspondent Fernando Morales checks out Spain’s famed Ascari Race Resort

I grabbed the back of my neck and squinted into the distance.

Breaking the horizon’s engulfing highway mirage stood Europe’s most exclusive track – the Ascari Race Resort.

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We were invited to experience the track as it was intended, at jaw-grinding speeds of 245 km/h.

We were invited to experience the track as it was intended, at jaw grinding speeds of 245 km/h

A six-hour direct flight from JFK landed us only a quick ride away from the ultra modern automotive facility, the vision of Dutch Billionaire Klaas Zwart.

Ascari is a haven for the gentleman driver with deep automotive desires, and even deeper pockets – the kind of destination where you arrive in your new Ferrari to do laps in your even faster Ferrari.

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The 3.4 mile course is the first of its kind, a technical playground designed to put the driver through the most rigorous of paces for an unparalleled experience.

The Ascari course is like a flipbook of the male psyche’s most memorable bits of female morphology

Like a flipbook of the male psyche’s most memorable bits of female morphology, Ascari collects the most celebrated  twists, turns and curves of the professional racing world into one seductive megatrack.

Among its notable attributes, it features sections of Brands Hatch’s Paddock Hill, Eau Rouge and the Karrousel.

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When we arrived a Saudi father and son team were prepping their matching Porsche GT3 Cup cars housed in adjacent pit garages, a design reminiscent of traditional Spanish architecture.

A Saudi father and son team prepped their matching Porsche GT3 Cup cars

Once their cars were rolled onto the paddocks, the duo jetted off.

Upon their speedy return, Ascari’s butler-like track team swarmed the vehicles, synching laptops for readings and immediate tire pressures as heat waves billowed off the big Michelins.

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The Saudi gentleman offered us a hotlap in his GT3, but we gracefully declined as we were on a tight schedule.

The Ascari club cars sat in defilade while supercars rolled by with idling groans

As the Porsches rounded the track once again, the Ascari club cars sat in defilade while supercars rolled by with idling groans.

Among them a Ferrari 458 Italia, Ferrari 360 Challenge Stradale, Boss GP, a Radical SR3 and a few Lotuses, among some lesser Lolitas.

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Dressed in proper attire, we sported the only compliment to a black, white and red Nomex racing suit: a Rolex GMT-Master II.

We sported the only compliment to a black, white and red Nomex racing suit: a Rolex GMT-Master II

After all, those who can, do; those who can’t, wear tachymeter wristwatches and clock you from the grandstands.

We glanced at our wrist again and awaited our very own vehicle to be delivered – a Radical SR8 LM, responsible for clocking the fastest lap record at the Nürburgring Nordschleife in the production car category.

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Within minutes our care package arrived and was hydraulically lowered to the track paddocks at our feet.

The Radical SR8 LM produces so much downthrust it can theoretically be driven upside down

It was there that we met Sr. Alvaro Fontes, the man who would familiarize us with the 650 kilo, 455 bhp anomaly of the racing world.

As it underwent its last minute checks, we mused over the machine standing before us, a car produces so much downthrust it can theoretically be driven upside down.

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Erupting and flooding the air with a roar, the reverie was broken and the Radical SR8 LM shrank into the distance.

The reverie was broken and the Radical SR8 LM shrank into the distance

Before we realized it, the Radical was back, and while the frenzy settled around the revving body we were invited to join Mr. Fontes in cockpit.

Our Nomex hood went on and then our full face helmet shrouded what remained of our mug, and we lowered ourselves into the aptly-named car.

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Thumbs up all around, and we suddenly rocketed in a exponentially-growing acceleration down the track in the fastest 0–60 I have ever experienced.

We rocketed down the track in the fastest 0-60 I have ever experienced

The sensation of traction was unparralleled as we relived a corner from Nürburgring, a stretch of familiar territory for the SR8 LM.

The car approaches corners like it approaches its straightaways – with awesomely ambitious velocity.

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We approached the many slopes and cambers at tunnel vision-inducing speeds, and climbed a bank of 18 degrees, a treat for the driver looking for some bad company.

We hit an average speed of 155 mph on the straightaways

Easing out of the curve, the straightaway really let us showcase the speed the SR8 was capable of, averaging out at 250 km/h – about 155 mph.

Bernoulli’s principle sets in at that speed and your helmet really starts to want to come off your head.

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With 13 left turns, 13 right turns, and the kind of slope to distract Fangio from a discussion Jane Russell‘s anatomy, the Ascari track is one to get even the most callous driver excited.

After four laps we realized why Top Gear‘s Jeremy Clarkson likes Ascari so much

After four laps of the memorable track, we realized why Top Gear‘s own Jeremy Clarkson is so fond of the Spanish venue.

Quite simply, there is nothing like Ascari that stands as accessible and enjoyable, nestled in a part of the world where you can enjoy all-year-round pleasant weather.

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Our final lap came to a conclusion and we reentered the pit lane to witness the paddocks flooded with drivers and tech guys-turned spectators eyeing the thunderous machine.

A vestigial need deep within had been tickled by the barrage of positive and negative Gs

I exited the carbon fiber speed trap, removed my helmet, peeled away my Nomex hood, and replaced my Persols.

Quite clearly, a vestigial need deep within had been tickled by the barrage of positive and negative Gs.

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After some brief conversation with the fatherly Porsche duo, we bid our farewells and thank you’s and soon had to be off in the glamorously-eclipsed direction of Manhattan.

We left with the desire to ignite those neurons again as soon as possible

As we pulled out of the olive tree-flanked Ascari compound and trailed down the mountain roads of Andalucía, we left with the awakened sensation lingering and the desire to ignite those neurons with speed again as soon as humanly possible.

Because honestly… why the hell are we going so damn slow?

- F.A. Morales

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All images by Fernando Morales for DRIVEN