There are many mental forms of off-roading, but the winner by literal leaps and bounds is Icelandic Formula Offroad. These are paddle-tired Jeep-like karts that are angry, little monsters. They hydroplane over the water at highway speeds. They drive on the sides of volcanic ash cliffs and jump higher (and crash harder) than their close cousin, the American rock bouncers and their drivers are just as insane, if not more so. The kinds of antics these drivers get up to are bonafide legend, because even the hardest of the hardcore off-roaders will admit that the Icelandics are well off of their rocker.
We are taking you to the second round of the championship, which was held in Akureyri in the central north of the island. The skies are clear and the day couldn’t be any more perfect for making an absolute mockery of the lessons that Isaac Newton provided. Gravity? Yeah, we’ll get to that in a minute but first, let me fly this four-wheeled affront to your “law” as far upwards as I can while moving enough dirt to set up the base of a nice home garden to the onlookers below.
They actually have a championship for Icelandic Formula Offroad. It’s beautiful.
