A '77 GMC towing a '68 Volvo on northern California's Highway #1? The death defying route that snakes its way along the Pacific coastal bluffs? THE state highway of steep climbs, switchbacks and hairpin curves? Why? Why ruin your already lousy gas mileage average by guzzling through a tank on a 70 mile (give or take a few miles) stretch of road? Because... it's the shortest distance between the northern Redwoods and Fort Bragg and then Mendocino and Bodega Bay.
Shortest in this case does not necessarily mean fastest. And while I closed my eyes so as not to accidentally peer over the mountain's edge to the ocean below (have I mentioned my height-induced vertigo?) the Pickle chugged along the zigs and the zags, the seemingly vertical ascents and descents, mostly in first gear, without skipping a beat. Michael's mantras: Hug the center line. Watch out for cows. Slow and steady.
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