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The wilderness of Finland is transformed into McLaren’s playground

Ive been promised 567 horsepower, but first I get to experience the propulsion of seven huskies.


By admin , in Life , at May 1, 2018

Ive been promised 567 horsepower, but first I get to experience the propulsion of seven huskies.

Im scrambling through the forests of northern Finland, hanging onto a rickety two-man sled, zipped up against the Arctic cold. I eventually arrive at McLarens kota, a traditional wooden hut 2,000 miles as the crow flies but more realistically a million miles from the automotive groups space-age Technology Centre in Woking. Inside, around an open fire, a lunch of wild salmon is grilled, and I wrap myself in reindeer skins for warmth while the supercar is prepped in the snow-capped hanger.

These are not the standard optics for a drivers briefing, but then this is no ordinary drive. McLarens Arctic Experience is designed for its most committed customers and those hungry to improve their four-wheel helmsmanship skills in an environment of adventure and exclusivity.

Over four days, with two spent at a sprawling ice driving facility, McLaren will treat you and a guest to gourmet food and wine, sumptuous lodgings fit for a president (literally), and loan you a professional racing coach in addition to a 204mph McLaren 570S, in order to get the best out of yourself as well as this state-of-the-art kit. The price: £15,000, all in. Thats not a sum to be sniffed at, but everything about this trip is unforgettable and should qualify for even the most spoilt billionaires bucket list.

Im 200 miles deep into the Arctic Circle. As well as spruce, larch and fir trees, barbed wire fences and high security surround the Test World proving ground, 500 hectares of frozen lakes and alpine flats that entice many of the worlds premium car and tyre manufacturers to take their products and prototypes to the edge by sliding around specially constructed snow and ice tracks.

McLaren has 14 separate courses at its disposal, all individually designed to discover the power and agility of its machinery. Over the two days, I spent around 20-30 minutes driving around every one of them. My instructor is 30-year-old Brit and champion racer James Littlejohn. For each track, he gives me a demo and then hands over the reins.

Ducking under the dihedral door and clipping in, every outing comes with a wave of adrenaline thats as addictive as the motoring itself. Ive done a fair amount of ice driving before, including in Ferraris and Porsches, but this is the first time Ive taken out a mid-engined RWD supercar with Nordic spikes. The result is tricky but all the more rewarding.

Such is the sublime balance of the 1,440kg 570S Coupe and 1,486kg Spider, as well as the tractability of its twin-turbo V8 and crisp gearbox, one quickly builds confidence as you learn to turn with the throttle and power through switchback corners in effortless pendular drifts. You know youre getting it when you barely have to turn the wheel, although you learn to be telepathic with your reactions and saw at the steering when you have to. It becomes like a furious dance; a 600 newton metre ballet of torque and bluster.

You learn to see through corners far ahead and use the cars weight transfer to rotate it towards each apex, patiently waiting for the nose of the car to bite without leaning too hard on the loud pedal. For corners where a more aggressive turn-in is required, Im taught to execute a Scandinavian flick, where you jolt the steering one way in order to loosen the rear, then quickly rotate the other way so as to neatly and tightly negotiate a hairpin.

We begin on the smaller circuits; some ovals and circles, others resembling a dogs bone, before moving on to the handling and dynamic circuits, which are longer and more physical. The low-lying sun is about to bid adieu but fortunately, unlike most other ice driving programmes, I have a second day in the hot seat and a night to consider all that Ive learnt. For hours afterwards, rather like the swaying feeling you get after disembarking a ship, I sense the floor shuffling under me, this way and that.

Accommodation is the Jávri Lodge in nearby Saariselkä. Id flown into Ivalo, via Helsinki, and made the half-hour drive south in a fleet of blacked-out Mercedes MPVs. The presidential-style motorcade seems apt, given Jávri Lodge was once the holiday home of Urho Kekkonen, Finlands longest serving premier.

Once a place of reflection and negotiation during the most politically turbulent times between East and West (Finland borders Russia and Kekkonen was president throughout the majority of the Cold War), its now a 13-bedroom boutique hotel designed to restore skied out and overdriven limbs. It feels like a private

home, all the more so given McLaren rents its guests the whole thing (individual room rates usually run to £2,610 for three nights).

Though built 50 years ago, the cabins interior is at once boldly contemporary and at one with its surroundings. In the living room is a grand piano, a roaring fire, and a well-stocked bar to which youre welcome to help yourself. There are also two saunas and, depending on how adventurous you are, theres an indoor pool or soft snow outside to cool off afterwards.

The food is spectacular; between four and six courses of stunningly creative farm-to-table cooking each night, and for the third a trip to Laanilan Kievari; a traditional-style restaurant run by a mother and son team, who laid on one of the finest food and wine pairings Ive ever enjoyed. Highlights included reindeer carpaccio with a sparkling rosé, roasted king crab with lemon butter and a glass of Riesling, and peppery elk tenderloin with pinot noir.

Another major draw to the area are the Northern Lights, which can be seen on a clear night; gaseous particles in the Earths atmosphere colliding with charged particles released from the sun create ghostly green, yellow, red and purple flares in the sky. Its Mother Natures answer to Pink Floyds concert lightshows.

In such cinematic surroundings, I started to think about automotive brands in the context of modern film directors. Ridley Scott would make Ferrari. Michael Bay would be responsible for Lamborghini. McLaren would be a Christopher Nolan movie; narratively complex, technically innovative, brooding and atmospheric, reliant on technical skill rather than CGI. This is exactly what I want from a supercar. It suits the icy location, but theres fire in the way it goes about its business.

I return to our kota the following morning ready to push things forward in the driving stakes. After a few more sessions on the handling circuits, Littlejohn and I head to the GP Stage, a giant 2.5 mile race track cut into the forest. With a particularly long straight, the speeds one is capable of here are potentially perilous. Id already managed to dislodge two front bumpers against the ice walls of the smaller courses (the front end of a 570S quickly becomes a snowplough if you take a corner too tightly), and I had one high-speed spin that resulted in me needing to be towed out of a snowbank. But this is normal, and the instructors and mechanics were very patient every time I required new bodywork.

So, to the GP Stage. By this time, visibility was poor. The dimming light made it difficult to differentiate the track from the snowbanks. Every so often, I would rubberneck at another McLaren beached with its wheels in the air. But on I pressed, Littlejohn giving me instructions like a rally co-pilot – “left hairpin brake, fast right more throttle, give it a Scandi-flick here, watch the trees” – and the McLaren and I emerged from our 20 lap marathon unscathed, me with a tremendous sense of achievement. Sideways at 60mph through the snow had become as relaxing as a pootle to the shops.

Monty Python wrote a song about Finland. Michael Palin, himself no stranger to adventure, sang of the countrys lofty mountains, tall trees and pleasurable pursuits; pony trekking, camping, or “just watching TV”. Finland, he concluded “has it all”. For petrolheads and anyone who fancies driving a McLaren, it most certainly does.

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