I don't live there, but I've been both the North and South on countless occasions, for business and pleasure
And if you define pleasure as being strapped far too tightly into the front a stripped out family saloon that's packing way more power than it's designers intended, surrounded by enough steel tubes to scaffold round a large house, then tearing down endless miles of narrow bumpy country lanes, at speeds well in excess of the posted limit
Then there is absolutely no better place anywhere on God's Earth
