F1 Fanatics, on your daily commutes, your trips to the shops, your joy rides, do you encounter a bend in the road that ever so slightly echoes or very explicitly gives you the sensation of threading through some of the most glorious bends of great racing circuits?
Here is an example near me. This stretch of downhill parking lot leads to an uphill kink that resembles a mirror image of the great Eau Rouge of Spa-Francorhamps. On my bicycle, I pedal full speed down the hill and at the trough I can feel the compression at the beginning of the uphill.
Going the opposite direction downhill and turning right feels like a mirror image of the Senna S at Interlagos. I stay left and brake late to touch the first apex and try to carry as much speed as possible for the exit of the second apex. This is the site of several inside late braking overtaking maneuvers between me and my friends (on bikes).
We can all imagine.