I was younger and had a 23' mini home which wasn't overly large. The sign near the beginning said, "No large vehicles allowed," so I went up the road. About half way up the one way road the air was thin and the motor was spitting and sputtering. I had the camper in low gear with the gas pedal to the floor just chugging and then I hit the cut-backs. I had to back the rear end over the cliffs to make the turn. One cut-back at a time I went. My wife was crying and my kids were crying and hiding under the dinette table. Finally I made to to a flat landing about 1/2 mile from the top. We took a break for dinner, but nobody ate a bite. Looking at the long grade to the peak, I took the air cleaner off for more air to the engine and put it in low gear and waited for the care to clear. I just floored it and hoped for the best. I made it about half way up going about 5 mph and got behind a little sports car I didn't see earlier. I got on his bumper and just laid on the horn for him to get out of the way. I made it to the top and just made it over the top, barely. That was my memory of Old Fall River Road and i never forgot it. No pictures, just nightmares. I may have been scenic but I was to nervous to look. The moral is; read the signs :-)
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