San Sebastián is a dream backdrop for anyone who loves cars and the thrill of the road.
Hugging the Bay of Biscay, the city is framed by winding coastal routes that beg to be driven, where every curve reveals another sweeping view of turquoise water, golden sand, and green mountains tumbling down to the sea. Arriving by car feels cinematic: the Bay of La Concha opens like a postcard, its elegant promenade inviting you to slow down, drop the windows, and breathe in the ocean air. Beyond the city, roads like the coastal N-634 or the mountain passes toward Navarra and the French Basque Country are pure driver’s delight—snaking ribbons of asphalt that alternate between cliffside drama and lush valleys. The city itself balances sophistication and accessibility for drivers. Parking near Monte Igueldo rewards you with panoramas that feel stolen from the Riviera. When you return to town, San Sebastián’s charm awaits—narrow streets alive with pintxos, Michelin-starred dining (we have chosen "Amelia" by Paulo Airaudo (https://www.ameliarestaurant.com/), and the hum of a city that’s as refined as its cars are stylish.
Exiting from San Sebastian via the A-8 to Gijon was a classic "by the Atlantic drive" with the ocean always on your right side. From Gijon, we took the A-66 "Autovía Ruta de la Plata", one of Spain’s great driving corridors. Smooth asphalt, sweeping lanes, and light traffic—it’s a motorway that invites confident acceleration, the kind of effortless cruising where had the opportunity to stretch the legs of Cayman, Z4 and Emira.
As the A-66 climbs out of Asturias, the landscape shifts dramatically. The car tightens under your hands as the motorway threads through tunnels and viaducts carved into the Cordillera Cantábrica. Sheer rock faces rise on both sides, and each tunnel exit feels like a cinematic reveal: valleys, ridgelines, and endless skies. This section feels designed to test balance and power tempered with poise. The perfect scene for the sport cars in our convoy.
Crossing alongside León, the terrain opens wide. The green mountains fade, replaced by the ochre tones of Castilian plains. Here, the drive becomes meditative. The sun lingers on the horizon, the road straight and smooth, the engine’s hum steady as a heartbeat.
The final stretch leads us off the main arteries, onto smaller, quieter roads where the world slows. Jiménez de Jamuz reveals itself not with grandeur, but with authenticity: terracotta roofs, clay-rich soil, and the famed botillos and pottery traditions that have given this village a reputation across Spain. Here, our car finds their contrast—refined metal and leather against centuries of earth and craft.
We ended the day with a meal at El Capricho (https://bodegaelcapricho.com/es/), a legendary temple to Spanish beef, where the cars, battered by mosquitos and flies from our long journey, finaly rest just outside as we savor a glass of red from nearby Bierzo. This is the essence of luxury driving: not simply reaching a destination, but savoring the narrative the road creates along the way.
