Scorpion Bitten

September, 1976

Secret roads. I guess everybody who's really cuckoo about fast cars and driving has a stretch of highway where he can couple his fantasies to the available horsepower and haul ass in direct violation of the laws of decency and good sense.My own secret road runs through a wooded state park, skimming the edge of a deep river gorge. The road contains a fine variety of corners, ranging from tight, downhill switchbacks to open, flat-out kinks through the forest. Swooping through the blurred tunnel of...