Editor’s Pick: Cruising Arizona’s Highway 89 A
First published May 27, 2017. As we all work hard at celebrating the end of a big year and the start of a new one, we’re looking back on some favourites of 2017! I’ve just discovered that I love desert. No, not double-cream-topped, Belgian-choc-filled, Heston Blumenthal-frozen Masterchef -style dessert , but the sun-scorched, dusty, cactus-smattered, don’t-go-wandering-off-or-you’ll-die environment of America’s Wild West. On my first-ever visit, I’ve become smitten by Arizona, and all of the (ahem) good, the bad and the ugliness it crams inside 300,000 square kilometres. Everything, from the gleaming capitalist excess of Scottsdale, to the barren desolation of Navajo Country. It’s an utterly fascinating place. It is entirely plausible that this Clint Eastwood tragic’s perception of the Arizona experience has been (desert) rose-tinged through the high-octane filtration of wickedly quick Mercedes-AMG GT Roadsters – a small squadron of them in a variety of...