Yeah. Don’t forget the EMERGENCY RUNAWAY TRUCK RAMP AHEAD.
In the opposite direction going west on I 70 a sign says - RUNAWAY TRUCKS DON’T EXIT.
That’s before Silverthorne. I70 starts going uphill, steep, right after that exit. If they did exit, what a mess that would be.
I hate I 70. Lot’s of people rent cars in Denver to come up to ski, and have not a clue what they are doing.
But, while it’s been years, I’ll vote for the Million Dollar highway. Colorado, Ouray to Silverton https://www.visitouray.com/million-dollar-highway I drive mountain roads all the time. Done a lot of jeeping too. And that one freaks me out a bit
We drove up to Ouray from Durango on a day trip this summer. My wife had her eyes closed on the sections where she was on the outside - she couldn’t bear to look at the drop-off!
Lots of weird stuff here in Sacramento. I have to think that serious drug abuse, and perhaps a case or two of tertiary neurosyphilis, must have had a part in how the streets ae arranged, here.
But we’ve even got a case of a street suddenly turning into a parking lot, with no warning, similar to what you highlighted in your OP.
Northbound, on 24th Street, south of Sutterville Road, you need to bear left at the “Sutterville Rd Byp”, and then turn on to Sutterville Road. If you just go straight on 24th, or take that bypass and then go straight past Sutterville Road, you’ll wind up in the parking-lot maze of this Sacramento City College campus.
If your intent is to stay on 24th, then you need to go left on Sutterville, and then turn left on to 24th, just past the campus. But that piece of 24th ends in less than half a mile. If you man to be on 24th past that point, then instead of turning left on 24th from Sutterville, what you really want to do is turn left from Sutterville, on to Crocker Drive, very shortly before 24th. That Crocker Drive eventually becomes the part of 24th that continues north from there, going into the main downtown grid, up to where it finally ends, once and for all, at the north edge of the grid.
I once drove on the Autostrada A10, in Italy. It has 78 tunnels between Genoa and Nice, France. Basically, the whole route you’re constantly in and out of tunnels.
Since getting my Jeep, about four months ago I’ve been actively seeking out different kinds of “weirdest roads” on which to take it; preferably places that normal cars cannot go.
Alas, there is a rather severe dearth of such places in and around Sacramento.
Farther out, a place listed in Waze and in Google Maps as “Deer Creek Hills Access Road” is the east end of about seven miles of not-quite-a-road, very suitable for my Jeep, not so much for normal cars.
I’ve seen supposed Jeep trails that didn’t look drivable at all, haven’t seen anyone actually on them though. The weirdest road in that way that I’ve ever been on when you multiply danger by distance is the Reef Top Circle loop in Carlsbad Caverns National Park. Not really lots of clearance or cliff issues, but it has a 20 mph speed limit for a reason. If you try to take those curves faster, the pebbles and dirt aren’t going to grip enough to stop you.
There’s a short section of CA-89 along the west shore of Lake Tahoe that has steep dropoffs on both sides, and no guardrails. Basically you’ve got the Emerald Bay section of Lake Tahoe on one side, and Cascade Lake on the other side, and the road runs along a narrow ridge between the two.
That reminds me of the Hogsback in Grand Staircase/Escalante National Forest. Quite often it seems like I was driving between two precipices even though the distance and angles weren’t actually that bad.
A few months ago I visited my sister in Pflugerville, just north of Austin, TX. I used to live there about 25 years ago, and things have really changed. I had a brief moment of panic when I was turning right onto Pecan Street from Dessau road. If you try to turn right like it’s a normal intersection, you’ll suddenly find yourself facing oncoming traffic.
Somewhere in Texas is a highway along which are fairly evenly spaced trees. On the other side of the trees a railroad track runs parallel to the highway. When the setting sun shines behind moving box cars it illuminates the trees in such a way as they appear to revolve. Wish I had recorded it.
It’s been 40 years or so. But Schofield pass is not for the faint of heart. Or people that are sane. Once, with a friend of a friend, she started crying and demanded to get out and walk. Smart girl.
It starts out easy, but then gets nuts. My buddy and I back in high school searched this stuff out.
This video is not of me (no cameras back then. But it gives a good idea of this.
I’m done with that kind of stuff. Fear of death will do that.
I’m bumping this thread because I just noticed this quirk while looking at Google Maps: There’s no way to get directly from CA-152 east onto CA-99 north. If your traveling east on 152, it just dumps you onto southbound 99. If you needed to go north, too bad, I guess. It looks like your only options are to take the next exit and turn around, or if know this is coming you can take some minor county roads north up to the next interchange and get on 99 there.
Not sure if it was the weirdest exactly, but I the most terrifying was a back road into a national park in NZ. A local had suggested it. I’m not sure if I upset them or they were just numb to the terror.
At the bottom was a sign saying, I kid ye not, ‘For experienced drivers only’.
I was 21 and driving a car the same age and figured that was probably good enough. I’d learnt to drive on UK back roads, I was familiar with single track roads, steep bits and occasional sheep, it’d be fine, right?
It was a windy single track gravel road, with a gradient that built up to over 1 in 5, for miles. As the road went up and up, I passed multiple burnt out vehicles, abandoned in the few passing places. Halfway up, a gorge appeared on the right side of the road, just a foot or so from the edge of the gravel, with a sheer drop- no barrier of course- and the height built up from ‘scary’ to ‘terrifying’ to ‘I think I should have written a will’, but by then there were no more places to turn. It was onwards or nothing.
By the time I reached the top and the sole turning place it was snowing.
I will say though, the walk and the view from the top was absolutely incredible. I still don’t know what I would have done if I met a car coming the other way though.
I drove my pickup with a camper on the back to Red Rocks. I-70 was not only the worst maintained road but also one of the most terrifying I can remember. A combination of way too fast and way too slow traffic. Huge potholes to dodge at 60 mph, if you had the chance. I imagined it with snow, and just shook my head.
