Initially this appears to be a potentially bad place for a supercar (even one with the relatively diminutive footprint of the Gallardo), as you twist and turn through
a dark rabbit warren of trees, but stick with it, because after Massa Marittima the road melts outwards, the sky reappears and you find yourself released into a Tuscan wonderland of soft light and rustic hillsides topped with cypress - guarded farms.
In places the emerald leaves of the arboreal canopy block out all but a thin latticework of sky, making it seem
dark even on the sunniest of summer days and adding to the tunnel - like feeling of the confusing
rabbit warren of roads.