The demon elves that live in Cat MacLeod’s brain where right. Virginia may be for Lovers, but Spain...SPAIN...is for grabbing an EXTRA handful of throttle. Mediterranean weather, 1000s of kilometers of great pavement, hardly any traffic and four tracks on the MotoGP calendar. Lets not forget only a few speed cameras in the towns and that’s it. There’s no gun-toting, Johnny-Law with a badge waiting to ambush you on these backroads. My stand out moment was screaming up a set of twisted switchbacks in the high Pyrenees to the cloud-topping ski-resorts and a Tour d’France monument.