“You can’t brake late here,” she says, leaning against her track-prepped Mazda MX-5 at the roadside pull-off. “You can’t drift like you’re in a video game. Lolly’s rewards smooth hands and a cool head. Panic once, and you’ll be picking leaves out of your radiator.”
Local driving instructor Mariana “Mari” Cruz calls it “a conversation with physics.” lolly's killer curves
If you ever find yourself at the foot of Lolly’s Killer Curves, pull over. Check your tires. Breathe. And remember what the old-timers say: Lolly never lifted. But you might want to. Old Route 29, Parson’s Hollow to Blue Summit. Best driven at dawn on weekdays. No trailers. No first-timers in the rain. And for God’s sake, don’t wave at the pink cross unless you’ve earned it. “You can’t brake late here,” she says, leaning
Cruz teaches a weekend course called “Curve Therapy,” aimed at drivers who’ve been humbled by the pass. Students range from teenage thrill-seekers to retirees who bought Porsches for their midlife crises. All of them arrive with the same expression: bruised ego, slight tremor in the hands. Panic once, and you’ll be picking leaves out
You know Lolly’s Killer Curves.
The curves that made her famous are now a proving ground. From above, Lolly’s looks like a tangled rope thrown over a mountain. From the driver’s seat, it feels like a math problem you have to solve in real time—or die trying.