Most places with an adjacent river have a “River Road” but the one outside our hometown was pretty crazy. It was a twisty barely-two-lane that followed the river bank, that in some places, was bordered by an 8 to 12 foot drop directly into the water. It was heavily wooded on the other side.

So what did we do? We ghost drove it. Shut off the lights, and hope your eyes adjust before the next turn, and that no one was coming the other way. Then we tried racing on it. We, miraculously, didn’t kill anyone or anything but one unfortunate opossum, but I for sure wouldn’t do it again.