In the late 40's, we highschoolers loved driving the Hutch at night because of fog and no center dividers...
Thrills provided by drunk drivers coming out of the city or herds of deer (in the fall) streaking across the highway...
I wrecked my favorite car (1935 Ford) when I was a 13-year-old sophomore 3-times on that road... The secret to never having serious injuries, we thought, was to pack the car with at least 6 guys and gals... It worked for tree, stone wall, & brush removals, one rollover, and one head-on... Deer could only bust headlights... Never dent a fender...
I sure missed the thrill of mechanical brakes when, as a junior, I traded it for two 1935 Plymouths so I could move on to hydraulic brakes... Also missed my water-injected V8...