Hmmm....... Extensive editing of the previous response.
Someone from the good old USA grew up in the Basque provinces, learned to ski at Candanchu when the whole place was just one lodge on a dirt road, and has humped all but thirty-some miles of the GR 10 (with coastal extensions). There must be a feel for the range buried in there somewhere.
Someone from the good old USA also has a home on the Wasatch Back with a view of a ten thousand footer that clobbers every window on one side of the house. The Wasatch Mountains are the westernmost range of the Rockies, but they're not the usually envisioned peaks of the San Juan's, the Tetons, the Front Range, or the Bitteroots.
Drink a beer on my back deck and you can check off the Rocky Mountains. Go into the eastern Pyrenees and you can X them out -- but in either case you won't see what you expect.
The closest you can get to a stereotype is cutting north from Olot, thence over to Ceret and back down the freeway to Barcelona. A wild guess is that it's more than six hours of road time with only a couple hours actually in the mountains. The first two-thirds of the driving wouldn't be a bunch of grins.