Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by fredball, Jun 24, 2014.
I can say No, Not me! Who would want to?
Sure why not, doesn't look any worse then some 4wheeling I have done.
Yep, Driven a lot worse than that. Looks flat and well graded really. Why? To get to river put in and take outs. To the base of climbs. And other adventures.
That isn't even bad. I'd take the F600 down that any day.
I have a healthy fear of heights.
Wouldn't bother me one bit. While not as long I've been on road that have similar stretches here in Oregon.
Sure, but personally checking brakes, steering, suspension and tires first! LOL! I've wanted to drive the Death Road since I saw a documentary a few years ago!
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Teacher with long gun slung over her shoulder!!!
Probably not in our 41' long 12'6" high motorhome
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Depends on my reason to drive it. Cause cliffs do give way.
My only concern would be sharing the road with oncoming vehicles.
In a heartbeat. For that scenery? Who wouldn't?
Why drive it?
My Yarbolls would be in my throat chocking me anyway
F@QK y'all, the road and those in the video,I probably will have nightmares about that vid now
The road around the back side of Haleakala on Maui used to be like that in the 1960's. Drove it in a Volkswagen. There used to be a lot of roads just as scary in the old days in CA in the high Sierras. Ebbetts Pass was one lane gravel with many a steep drop off at 8000 to 9000 feet elevation. My dad had a 1952 Buick "fishing car" that went everywhere, as long as we were willing to use a shovel, a saw, and roll rocks out of the way. There is still a road out of Columbia, CA to an old gold mine in the Stanislaus River canyon that looks pretty much like this one.
But the scariest ride I ever took was on horseback over the continental divide in Glacier National Park. At one point the trail is a ledge on the side of a cliff, just wide enough for one horse. I still have scratches on my left boot from scraping along the wall of the cliff, while my right boot was dangling over a 500 foot sheer drop. Right in the middle of all of this a yahoo in the back of the string starts having trouble with his horse, so the guide in front of me dismounts, squeezes past me to go help the yahoo, and leaves his horse standing in the trail. The guide's horse doesn't like mine, so he starts trying to kick, and my horse wants to back up, but there's no room. I was sweating bullets. That's one I won't do again.
I would if Obama, Hillary, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi and John Kerry would come with me. One wide spot in the road, I open the door and roll out; I'm a national hero!
I'm with ya!
Makes me tingle down under!
Hell No!!! I'll pass on the Bolivian death road too.
Old post that...but,
I think I peed a little
Sure why not
Maybe after a few stiff ones.
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