Problem solving hot rod chassis parts for 40 years.
2:30 pm. After 45 minutes of literally bouncing on a deep washboard gravel road and smelling our antifreeze boiling over, I (Dorothy) could tell from the GPS that another road, #93, turned left (north)and went to I-40. We could see I-40 in the distance and traffic was now moving on it. But no one else was taking #93 – they were all following like sheep down this road from hell. We passed #93, but decided we would take a chance and try to turn around. Paul pulled over as best he could when there was a break in traffic, made a U-turn and got on #93. We sat there a minute because this road wasn’t in any better condition. What to do? Suddenly a police car came rushing down #93 toward us. Paul waved at him and asked if we could get to I-40 on this road and he said yes. The policeman was rushing to try to turn the others back to get them on #93. We learned later that there were several bridges barely safe for cars, let alone 18 wheelers.