in Tennessee, we have the Dragon. The Dragon is a curvy mountain road on the back side of the Smokies going to Fontana
I counted 22 curves per mile on one average stretch.
The Dragon is named by the bikers and they come from all over to get killed on that road
Funny, I've ridden it twice and I'm still not dead. Starting from Wisconsin, no less, AND on a Hardly Ableson. I've thus far failed at being an organ donor. Perhaps I should turn in my donor card.
No matter how hard they try, the cell phone addled, makeup applying, finger food eating, gnat's attention span cagers keep missing me after all these years and miles of seat time.
I'm very poor at complying with the wishes of the statists. I have failed society.