Lolly's | Killer Curves Work

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.

For now, the curves remain. They are killers, yes—but they are also teachers. They remind you that some things aren’t meant to be easy. That speed without respect is just stupidity. And that a road, like a person, earns a reputation one corner at a time. lolly's killer curves

“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.” Cruz teaches a weekend course called “Curve Therapy,”

Local driving instructor Mariana “Mari” Cruz calls it “a conversation with physics.” For now, the curves remain

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.