11 miles. 318 corners. Do the math.
On that blessed day when I first got my driver’s license, and for the next 30 years of frustration after that, I lived in central Florida, the Land of Flat, Straight Roads. To feed my powerful craving for lateral g’s, I would venture 500 miles to the nearest mountain roads, the Appalachians of eastern Tennessee, western North Carolina and northern Georgia, i
