I made my trip into Sicily yesterday, taking Vince Meleca with me...
We got to Campofelice and turned towards Collesano, where there's a museum of the Targa Florio. It was lunch time so we had lunch, but when their museum didn't reopen within ten or fifteen minutes after the stated 3:30pm we just went on driving towards Caltavuturo.
Nine kms or so further on we came to a sudden halt. The road was being repaired and was totally impassable...
There were signs, apparently, but Vince might have been too happy after our lunch to read these properly and I simply would not have understood them.
So we doubled back, through Campofelice and along the 'straight bit' to the turn up to Cerda, this was all fine enough. Out of Cerda (remember, this is lapping backwards) we started to see some real subsidence, though the stretches each side of Collesano weren't devoid of them at all. Finally, bearing in mind the time, the roughness of the road, the fact that we weren't going to see it all anyway, we stopped to turn back. This was that point:
Obviously it was one of the more open stretches of the Piccolo Madonie, going off down into this valley, and remembering this was uphill for the racers.
Turning back I snapped some of the rough conditions...
Well, that's not too bad... then...
This was a real car belly-cruncher, then Vince pointed out to me that one of their problems was the concrete walls, which were solid. "They hold back the water when it rains, and it gets too much for them so they break and collapse the ground to make a landslide," he said. Later we saw a spot where the wall had been built up, it being a lot lower than this, and they'd used blocks inside wire frames, which allowed the water to get through.
A couple of really bad sink-holes:
Just impossible stuff. There is kilometer after kilometer of badly distressed road. And showing that it's been so for a while...
All the same, one got a good feeling for the race and the nature of the driving in the race. Just sensing what it might have been like in those endless turns, left, right, right again, climb and left, brake hard, and the 12-cylinder engines bellowing behind as second gear copped a caning no gear should ever get.
Not to mention just how much of the road a car like a 330 P4 or its competitors took up as the driver was jockeying to get it placed right for a quick run through the next of the eternal bends.
A fantastic experience...