tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156536327610779049.post5594810419293026780..comments2024-02-23T11:23:45.971-05:00Comments on Lost Motorcyclist: Driving the Mountain RoadsLost Motorcyclisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08873504561959138792noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2156536327610779049.post-68841065069135913922009-12-18T09:59:01.160-05:002009-12-18T09:59:01.160-05:00The most useful advice about mountain driving was ...The most useful advice about mountain driving was given to me by another hippie in Mexico in the mid-1960s: <i>Don't go down a mountain road any faster than you can go up it.</i><br /><br />(And in a clapped out VW van, one does not go up mountain roads very fast!)<br /><br />The trip from Mexico City to the Pacific Ocean back in the 1960s (before road improvements for the 1968 Olympics) was a <i>thrill ride</i> ... 18-wheelers would <i>take a line</i> through the curves - that is, if they managed to stay on the road, we passed at least half a dozen trailer trucks smeared over the mountainsides - and it was the smaller vehicle's problem to get out of the way. <br /><br />Driving the Trans-Canada through B.C., some years later, was almost disappointing. Trucks stayed on their own side of the road, the roads had shoulders (and even runaway lanes!). And those ubiquitous crosses one sees by the side of the road in Mexico were missing.<br /><br />But the smell of burning brake linings was still there.Madeyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02593933575568389288noreply@blogger.com