I think I quite seriously broke the Passat tonight.
To think, it made it to the top of the 8km mountain road no problem, but then I bin it into what was effectively a 2' berm.
Too dark to see what kind of damage I'd done by that point. Made it back down the mountain, but that feel of 'something very wrong' was there the whole way.
Not entirely certain what I was thinking - I saw the berm, but thought maybe going fast would be a good way to deal with the otherwise impossibility of making it over unimpeded. I'll blame the headache I've had since last night. Yeah... that'll work.
That said, perhaps it's poetic justice for laughing at the Jeep I passed that was getting a tow down from the peak.
Ohwell... Will know more come daylight, but I think it's well and truly Donald Ducked personally.
