Did a short out and back to MP 305 on the White Spars today.
Sunday. Muscle cars, 18 wheelers and parades of checked-out motorcyclists. Seems that they were all competing for the entire year's Darwin award quota in one day.
I'm hugging the fog line while ten testostified Camaros crossed the double yellow line on blind switchbacks. Pushing 60 in a 35 mph. Causing vehicles from the opposite direction to dive into the rock face.
Twenty motorcyclists, pitched at 35 degrees, ignorant of oncoming vehicles, 120 degree switchbacks, easy 50+ mph, rubber on the descents, cranking the loudest noise their machines could make. Did you know that there is an inverse relation between the loudness of your toy and the size of your ... ?
And then the 18 wheeler, blithely winding it's way south past MP 305. I was tempted to roll down to MP 302 to see how many guardrails the driver took out; to find out if he lost his load on that impossible switchback.
The season should clean out the witless twits before only the sane remain.
Check the body bag inventory.
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