I'm Marcus, and I've been obsessively driving mountain roads since my dad handed me the keys to his old Opel Kadett at seventeen. That first drive over the Brenner Pass — white-knuckled, heart racing — planted something in me that never left.
Austria holds a special place in my driving history. The roads here aren't just routes from A to B; they're engineering marvels carved into impossibly steep terrain, each hairpin turn revealing views that make you forget you're supposed to be watching the road. I've logged over 47,000 kilometers on Austrian alpine roads, and I'm still finding new perspectives on passes I've driven dozens of times.
What you'll find here are three roads that, for different reasons, have become my annual pilgrimage. The Grossglockner for its sheer audacity, the Silvretta for its intimate connection to the landscape, and the Gerlos for those unexpected moments when a waterfall appears out of nowhere and you're suddenly very glad you brought waterproof hiking boots.