Donuts, drifts, powerslides. The front washes wide in the snow aiming for a bank of shrubs. I press deeper on the gas and the back swings around, and I’m going back up the hill. The steering is slow and I’m scrambling to get the wheel cranked over the other way, but as the back transitions it almost feels graceful.
In one afternoon, I finally take the Baja onto the dirt, I find out what it feels like to skid off the road (those two are very much related), I find out what it’s like to finally drive this road, and I get to make my first successful batch of donuts.
The best drive I’ve had in years.