State Road isn't kidding.
If a rock that size comes barreling down the hillside, I have a game plan.
Pee my pants and faint.
A friend of mine once claimed our roads were planned by drunken toddlers.
She might be right.
Just driving to the grocery store, we see:
and I didn't even get photos of the S turn signs!
Come visit! Just remember your helmet and Dramamine.