Coldfinger

He hurtled the powerful car over the crest and slung it through curves down the backslope, eyes scouring the valley floor. Bavarian fields barely greened by spring, dark wooden barns, and stands of poplar flashed by as he concentrated on the chase.

From a lovely piece in GPS World, written by somebody who clearly knows their Ian Fleming.

Many thanks to Alan Jones for the link.

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